Not a spot that’s clean.
Not an area unblemished.
Everywhere that’s seen is tattered and tarnished.
Muck and grim protruding from within
Filthy, filthy, disgustingly dirty can only be viewed as completely unworthy
Mere mortals efforts to make it clean proves futile when examined by the One that’s unseen
No amount of alms given, no amount of good deeds can change the perspective of the heavenly King.
What can I do? Who can help? This really can’t be the absolute end.
I scurry around, frantic to find one that can cleanse such a one as my kind.
Alas, I heard a voice so clear, saying come my child only draw near.
I followed the voice with acuity until I but see my Savior with arms wide open.
Breathless, I ran into His arms, to escaped the cold and embrace warmth.
Then He gently whispered, “You are now cleansed as you have been washed by the stream unseen”
I began to sob uncontrollably on His shoulders, as joy flooded my heart
I am no longer blemished,mucky, grimy, tattered and tarnished
My filthy rag has been made righteous.