CleansingA Poem by Tim LawlessUpon 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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1 Review Added on August 6, 2008 AuthorTim LawlessAbout"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..Writing
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