The Cure-All Bleach
Sin
left so many crimson stains
on a holy soul.
Jesus paid it all
And i own it all to him
Sin
left so many drimson stains
He washed me
white as new fallen snow
So praise the one
who paid my debts
and raised our lifes
up from the grave
Rising from the dead
all our sins
and crimson stains
left in the ground
never to be seen
by the one washed white
Poetry by Valerie
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Written on 2007-06-07 at 03:33
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