covers HIS own hands with our dirt
filth, grime, unrighteousness
it's all the same, that sin
he holds so well
one speck of mine is one of yours
holding them both, all on HIS skin
where does it go?
why does it seem to be a mystery to us...
death, cross, risen, forgiven
complex but simple
HE takes our dirt from us
HIS righteousness covers that filth
oh, it covers, wipes white as snow
"But God proves his love for us in that while we still were sinners Christ died for us."
Romans 5:8, NRSV
but we pack it on again
little by little perhaps
time will tell
then heavily without the concept of pain or punishment
oh, why do we do so?
nonetheless, HE still cares.
to make us, the ungodly,
is it love?
"He loved us not because were were lovable, but because He is Love."
not the dirt of my son, on his hands, not the creature
he is holding.
what am I holding on to?
why not LET it Go?
to the ONE who can purify the heart?\
"...he delivered me, because he delighted in me."
Psalm 18:19, NSRV