He told me I needed clean hands before I could embrace Him
I thought that was easy enough a task to accomplish
I ran to the sink and let the fresh water flow over my hands
I returned swiftly, beaming brightly
Until…. “What do you mean they’re not clean? I just washed them!”
I sulked on my way back to the sink with my eyes low
Noticing the grimy footprints I left from stepping in the water I dripped on the floor
This time I turned the water on as hot as I could stand it
I sang through the alphabet three times while I lathered my hands
I even soaped up my wrists and got under my nails!
Surely my hands must be clean now!
I returned proudly, with my hands outstretched and ready for inspection
“Still not good enough?!” , I lamented as I began to feel hopeless
I sunk to the floor in despair and disappointment
But just then, He pitied me and told me to give it one last try
I dragged myself back to the sink
Confusion settled into my face as I looked down
How did my hands get so dirty so quickly?
Again I turned on the faucet
Brown, murky water cascaded down my fingers and pooled in my palms
Disgusted and frantic, I backed away from the sink
I looked around for the towel to wipe my hands
And I noticed that what I had been using to dry my hands was just a tattered, dirty rag
I cried as I ran back to Him, exposing my filthy hands
“I can’t get them clean, the water’s dirty! How can I wash my hands in dirty water?! What must I do?!”
He told me not to worry because He could help
He stretched out His hands to me
They were the most spotless I’d ever seen!
Only…He had to really bad sores, one in each
But He told me not to fear as I started to reach
When He tightly grasped my hand, I squeezed His back
That’s when blood oozed from the holes and soaked my hands
He slowly let go and instructed me to take a look
My hands were clean like His!!!
This meant that I could finally come before Him in humble assurance
And I would be recieved as His own
And I know that His grip is strong enough to never let me go!