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