"Come now, let us reason together," says the Lord. "Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool." Isaiah 1:18
Crimson red, a stain so contrite
A black so bright, it pierces straight through the night
Scarlet tissues, scarlet veins
Scarlet, crimson, blood-stained hands
The guilt of our lives plastered flat on our chest
We're dirty, dishonest, disobedient, depressed
The hope that rode on the flaming tongues
Once burned in our souls but now is expunged
Come now, let us reason together
A sentence to death, we deserve no better
Though our sins are like scarlet, they're washed white as snow
A white no eye on earth could ever know
The guilt of our future, our present, our past
Hypocrisy so clear they see through us like glass
We're supposed to be the church, meant to be just like Christ
But all they see hanging on us is a tag with a price
That price is death, but no longer it dangles
It was nailed to the tree with the wrists and the ankles
Our sins abundant, yet our sins no more
A peace that surpasses while our souls are at war
Come now, let us reason together
A sentence to death, we deserve no better
Though are sins are like scarlet, they're washed white as snow
A white no eye on earth could ever know
[written March 10, 2010]
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