Like spring rain on bare soil,
Like clean, pure water for the
parched,
Like fresh air after choking fumes
Forgiveness comes
Bringing life.
We have walked the desolate
highways of the heart
And found no resting place.
We have walked the chattered
streets
And found no peace.
And we could not walk on water,
For we drowned.
We are the outcasts of the
universe,
Sin-specked flotsam,
Junk,
The broken bits revolving endlessly
In the vortex of our shame:
The scapegoats of ourselves.
We cannot climb the mountain of the
Lord
With dirty hands and impure hearts.
But he will wash us clean.
He speaks, and it is so
And his words remake the universe.
Now we rise up and walk.
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