Cleansing

Cleansing

A Poem by Tim Lawless

Upon that hill,

Redemption.

 

In that tomb,

New Life.

 

Death has been conquered.

Sin soon shall follow.

 

Those nails pierced one undeserving.

Those forty lashed scarred one who knew no evil.

The lance pierced the side of a spotless lamb.

 

These are the wages of my sin,

Washed away in scarlet.

Conquering damnation.

Conquering my fears.

© 2008 Tim Lawless


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Again you amaze me.
"These are the wages of my sin,
Washed away in scarlet.
Conquering damnation.
Conquering my fears."
That last part is my favorite. Reading what you write... I don't know, it gives me faith in all of the stuff I've had doubts about.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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"If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this word can satisfy, the most probably explanation is that I was made for another world." --CS Lewis "A dead thing can go with the stream, but .. more..

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