Wash me with your tears…
Wash me in your blood
Until I am whiter than snow.
Can anything be whiter than snow?
You can wash me whiter than snow!
He was my first love,
I had secretly wanted someone who would die for me…
But who would be so strong that when He offered His life and laid it down that death would not overtake Him and He would still be here for me?
I had always watched for the knight in shining armor riding in on His white steed and rescuing me from the demons that chased me, the shadows that haunted me.
And He came and rescued me…
A manly man,
A perfect man,
A man with a tattoo,
It is on His thigh and it says “King of kings and Lord of lords”
I am His beloved and He is mine,
I have laid my heart open,
But I have opened it, laid it open…
To be washed…
washed by His blood
The heart I have laid open is full of my own life blood,
Being washed by His blood until this heart is whiter than snow.
The miracles of God, the things of God, the ways of God…
…not the ways of man, not the ways of me…
Washing this heart of mine once full of the darkness of sin with His blood and the out come is
…whiter than white
…whiter than snow
…whiter than the whitest white
…whiter than the purest snow
He was my first love…
He loved me first…
He loved me perfectly…
and He loves me…
Love and blessings,