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Dirty Hands November 23, 2010

Filed under: My Writings — growinginlove @ 5:11 pm
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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!