With His nail-scarred hands,
He wipes all my tears away.
And sweeps them into the sea.
The Sea of Forgetfulness.
Where He has cast my sins.
He washes me clean through His Blood of Sacrifice.
He wipes the tears from my eyes.
With His nail-scarred hands,
He washes me clean.
He wipes all my tears away.
I am loved.
I am forgiven.
I am free.
He wipes.
My tears.
Away.
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 2:42 AM UTC
With His nail-scarred hands,
He wipes all my tears away.
And sweeps them into the sea.
The Sea of Forgetfulness.
Where He has cast my sins.
He washes me clean through His Blood of Sacrifice.
He wipes the tears from my eyes.
With His nail-scarred hands,
He washes me clean.
He wipes all my tears away.
I am loved.
I am forgiven.
I am free.
He wipes.
My tears.
Away.
"And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes."--Rev. 7:17.
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