You wash my sin clean

 Amen. That is the beautiful, foundational truth of our redemption. Here is a poem celebrating that cleansing grace.

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You Wash Me Clean

You wash my sin clean, Not with water from a stream, But with a flood of crimson grace, That pours from Your own holy face.

You scrub the stain no soap could touch, You love and forgive me oh so much. You take the guilt that clings like grime, And make me new,time after time. “Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin!”(Psalm 51:2)

The deepest dye, the darkest mark, Is vanished,gone into the dark. Now whiter than the winter snow, Is how Your perfect eyes see me now. “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.”(Isaiah 1:18)

This is the miracle of the cross, To see my sin and count it loss, To trade my filth for righteousness, My hopelessness for blessedness.

So I stand clean, before Your throne, Because of love I’ve always known. Not by my work,but by Your own, I am washed clean,I am Your own.

Thank you, Jesus, for the flood, For washing me in Your own blood.

Amen.