Treasure Island

Linda Winchell

(still working on it! / Chicago Illinois)

'Clean Hands'


Do you think if one washes their hands
that it will wash all of lifes sins away?
and make them more pure of heart
in some disinfecting soapy cleansing way?

Does one think if they scrub
scrub as hard as one can scrub.
That it will be some miraculous kind of purification
in their heart-filled, scrub- a- dub?

The purification of man's heart
was made easier then a scrub away.
For there was a man named Jesus
who's blood is but His sinless wash away.

His mercy and grace are here to erase
all that water can not cleans from you.
His love is here for all to share
He has washed it all for you.

Submitted: Saturday, September 27, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, October 14, 2008

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