All it takes to feel dirty;
Is to find a stain on a clean attire;
It doesn’t matter that no one else can see it;
As long as you know it is there;
It makes you feel uncomfortable;
How did it happen?
Thinking you were being careful;
But it takes just a moment of distraction;
To render something unclean;
Ever tried removing a stain;
Only to find yourself spreading the blot;
And making it worse?
You scold yourself for even trying in the first place;
All you can think of is rushing home;
Taking it off and cleaning it;
Before it becomes permanent;
Ever felt filthy and damaged;
Because of a wrong turn taken;
Or poor choice made;
Felt not good enough, a hopeless case?
Because others said and made you feel so;
Calling you a misfit;
Tried to straighten out and up your game;
But it seems the harder you tried;
The filthier you felt;
We sometimes attempt to do good;
In order to make up for the bad we’ve done;
But even the deeds we call ‘good’;
Are just filthy rags before God;
When done without Him in mind;
As works without faith in Him do not count;
However, faith without works is dead.
Only Jesus can cleanse us completely;
From any filth picked up or splashed on us;
We can only feel truly whole in Him;
He is enough to remove the toughest of stains and scars;
Repair the messiest of damages and cracks;
Will you hand over your garment to Him today?
His blood will make you new from the inside out;
Not just painted new but actually made new.
As long as we live in this world;
We might keep on picking up stains;
But the power in His blood never runs out;
So don’t hesitate to turn back to Him;
And cast your cares on Him;
He’s ever ready to relieve you.
© Josephine Amoako 2016