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Small, dark and cramped Smelling of old wood, Murphy's Oil Soap, And Old Spice, Here I kneel. A closet, too small to be a room Like the dark of my heart Where my sins think They are hidden. Here I confess. In this dark corner of His home, My home, our home, the sins Feel safe to say aloud To admit, to escape. Here I repent. The small white lamp burns brighter, Goose-flesh covers head and toe The darkness is pierced By one drop of blood Hear, He forgives. Great blinding light explodes about me, The Joy of my salvation returns, Never lost, just forgotten, Hidden by soul's stains, There no longer. Sunlit colors of mercy and love Colors of water and of blood Of being born again And sanctified Captioned: "Jesus, I Trust in Thee"
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Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 7:00 PM UTC
Reconciled
Small, dark and cramped Smelling of old wood, Murphy's Oil Soap, And Old Spice, Here I kneel. A closet, too small to be a room Like the dark of my heart Where my sins think They are hidden. Here I confess. In this dark corner of His home, My home, our home, the sins Feel safe to say aloud To admit, to escape. Here I repent. The small white lamp burns brighter, Goose-flesh covers head and toe The darkness is pierced By one drop of blood Hear, He forgives. Great blinding light explodes about me, The Joy of my salvation returns, Never lost, just forgotten, Hidden by soul's stains, There no longer. Sunlit colors of mercy and love Colors of water and of blood Of being born again And sanctified Captioned: "Jesus, I Trust in Thee"
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Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 7:00 PM UTC
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