Cleansed
Covered
Grafted
into your Vine
I am yours
You are mine
Sowing
Growing
Reaping
You’ve set me free
More of You
Less of me
Captured
Enraptured
Captivated
with only You
Fulfill your plan
this season through
Striving
Abiding
Resting
I drink your Wine
I eat your Bread
Salvation’s mine
Breaking
Shaping
Making
Until I see
Only Your face
mirrored in me.
Wendy/2012
I woke up, wide awake, at exactly three this morning. A poem started up in my mind and so I indulged it for four lines, and then I crawled back into bed. “Not enough”, it said. Okay – a few more lines. I gave it a total of 15 minutes and said, “Enough!” Then, as I pulled the covers over me, I remembered it was communion Sunday. I fell asleep pondering my first communion. We had to walk down the aisle one at a time…
I remember the Scripture verse the Pastor read aloud:
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“Come now, let us reason together,”
says the Lord.
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
they shall be white as snow;
though they are red as crimson,
they shall be like wool.”
Isaiah 1:18
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What can wash away the crimson stains?
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But if we walk in the light,
as he is in the light,
we have fellowship with one another,
and the blood of Jesus,
his Son,
purifies us from all sin.
1 John 1:7
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Now that’s amazing grace… all wrapped in red!
Amazed by His grace ~ Wendy