The day we are born we are with inactive guilt.
It takes a traveled through life, till it’s eventually built.

Stumbling day by day we weave to and fro as an escaping chained slave.
Inherited sin always chasing close behind, wanting to put us in our eternal grave.

Who will free us from ourselves?
Who will help us the wrong course repel?

All know inwardly right and wrong.
But it takes conviction to be strong.

Faith is invisible, but his love is O’ so real.
He always there when we fail, knowing our
self-hate that we deeply feel...

We enter innocent, we exit guilty.
But in his eyes of hopeful love, we’re not uncleanable no never too filthy...


J.I.F.


Luke 15:20

So he got up and went to his father. While he was still a long way off, his father caught sight of him and was moved with pity, and he ran and embraced him and tenderly kissed him.

Isaiah 1:18

Come, now, and let us set matters straight between us,” says Jehovah.“Though your sins are like scarlet, They will be made as white as snow; Though they are as red as crimson cloth, They will become like wool.