Cleansed

By: PoetPatriot


CLEANSED


I’m free, I’m free,

so free indeed.

Price paid in blood,

of the sacrifice,

to set me free.


My filth is cleansed,

now white as snow.

From blackened dirt,

now my soul is white;

pure as snow.


Freedom in bondage,

to the Son of God.

I now live for him,

not unto myself.

He has set me free.


My sin is cleansed.

a new creature to be.

The old to pass,

a new life to live;

Righteous life in Christ.


In obedience to Him,

and not my sin,

I now submit,

my life to Him.

I am not my own.


To show the world,

my commitment made.

Down under the surface,

to show the old me dead.

The old now drowned.


Up from the water,

a cleansing pose,

to show the world,

I’m its, no more…

I belong to God.


- Roger W Hancock


CLEANSED
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