Blood of the Lamb transform my scarlet sin into white as snow.

 Blood of Jesus, Transform My Scarlet Sin into White as Snow

A Reflection on Isaiah 1:18 and 1 John 1:7

Blood of Jesus, flow over me—crimson, precious, pure.

Let Your healing tide wash over every stain I cannot endure.

My sin is scarlet, deep and wide, a wound that will not heal,

But Your blood speaks a better word, a grace that makes me real.

“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)

Scarlet—the color of my guilt, the evidence of wrong,

The record of my wandering, the shame I've carried long.

Crimson—the stain of secret falls, the marks of pride and lust,

The crimson thread of failure woven through my broken trust.

But the blood of Jesus—not the blood of goats or bulls,

Not the offering of a sinner, not the payment of my own pulse.

His blood is spotless, infinite, the currency of heaven,

Poured out on Calvary's tree for sins, not one, but seven times seven.

The blood of Jesus His Son cleanses us from all sin. (1 John 1:7)

Transform me now—not by my scrubbing, not by my remorse,

But by the crimson fountain that flows from Your own course.

Let scarlet become snow, let crimson turn to wool.

Let the heaviness of guilt be lifted, and my spirit be made full.

White as snow—not a faded gray, not a covered stain,

But pure, untouched, as fresh as winter's first soft rain.

No hint of scarlet lingers, no shadow of the past.

The blood has done its work; the verdict stands at last.

Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. (Psalm 51:7)

So I receive Your cleansing now—not by feeling, but by faith.

The blood of Jesus speaks for me; my sin is gone, erased.

Scarlet to snow. Crimson to wool.

This is the miracle. This is the full

Expression of Your mercy, justice, and grace.

I stand forgiven. I stand in Your holy place.

Amen.