The rush for cleansing has
Come upon us,
With distance from others,
Separating us from this
infectious virus
Soap, bleach, hand
Sanitizers and gloves
Any thing to keep this
Illness from us
We are in a panic, the
Hoarding has begun,
The stores are empty
Where can we turn?
~~~
All of this is good and
Needful, precaution is
Of utmost importance
But have we neglected,
Not only the body is
Needful of cleansing but
Our innermost souls too,
Our heart of stone is
Something we cannot do
The promise from above – the
Cleansing hand of God
“Though your sins are like
Scarlet they shall be as
White as snow, though they
Are red like crimson they shall
Be as wool”
“Turn to me for why would
You fear pestilence
And plague? Is my hand
Shortened that It cannot
Save?”
No evil shall befall us,
Nor plague come near us
For He shall give his angels
Charge over us, to keep us
In all His ways!
*Psalm 91:10
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