Pure

Another poem I made for my churches newsletter.

Pure white sheets,

Can be turned into spooky haunting ghost.

 

Pure white paper,

Can be marked with messy notes.

 

Not everything is what it appears.

 

Mix blood children,

Are not all condemed.

Its their choices in life that makes them black with sin

Or pure white.

 

Not everything is what it appears.

 

Not every sick person,

Is going to die.

They can all be clean with a vaccine that meets their needs.

 

Not everything is what it appears.

 

We can all be cured of our sin ‘s.

 

For the Price Christ made,

We all can be cleansed by his pure blood.

Our slates will be cleaned,

 No more messy notes,

To taint the perfect record that christ replaced.

We can all be forgiven,

No longer;  Spiritually,

A mix blood orphan,

Our blood contains christ,

Making us his children.

 

No longer in the Dark,

We shall stand,

For our light,

Will chase away the huanting ghost.

 

We have been made as the salt and light,

Created to disciple,

Together we will stand,

As followers of christ,

We will spread the word of our God,

Our Saviour,

Jesus Christ.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Magdelena]

I think you brought forth something that speaks to many of truth, justice, and thought provoking things. Imspirational in every asspect.. Wonderful piece here, I so enjoyed the read, and having to take that special moment to stop and think for a few and relate to all this piece meant...


Mag xx

[*** Hey Jude***]

I think you have written a beautiful prose that needs to be read by many as it Speaks of Strong Truths! Very nice! ~ Jude :-)