I fill so dirty.

Stained by the pain of my past.

Looking like a dalmatian.

With spots everywhere.

Who can see this white dress of mine?

It is filled with the blemishes of my past.

It tells my story.

But who is the author of this tragic beginning?

Is it white?

Who can tell?

Covered in darkness.

I need a stain remover.

Only His blood can wash it away.

There is hope.

He can make it new again.

 

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s