My sins.

Dark and relentless,

persistent and pulsating,

rickety and unholy.

My sins.

They fight to latch on to me,

they are present reminders

of all of my iniquities.

They are often on my mind.

My sins.

But I feel a calling,

a need to drop their leach-like quality.

I feel the light on my peripheral.

It is bright and penetrating.

Unlike anything else of this world,

it is holy.

So holy.

It is a light that rings the name of Christ,

it is the sense of hope

that I long so desperately for.

It is beautiful.

And so holy.

For though my sins are shadowy

and their message

an attitude of unworthy,

a blanket of the most lightest touch

soon covers them all.

They are covered.

The darkness soon made to light,

the wonders of His power

soon unfolding right before my sight.

My sins are covered.

As though this blanket of snow

made everything that was wrong

suddenly hidden, and right.

For ”Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though

your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow…” Isaiah 1:18

White as snow,

my sins are covered.

No longer black and showing,

no longer hurtful and ongoing.

My sins are covered

by the blanket from His most holy.

True forgiveness,

only possible with the Almighty.

True thankfulness

to the one who brought He.

He, our Lord Jesus Christ,

the one most holy.

So holy.

December 4, 2009