When in the coldness of the night
In blue-black darkness I lie,
No silver moonbeam slices through the dark,
I can still see myself, despite the dark’s stealth,
Depite it’s clever plan to try and hide me.
It doesn’t work and I see inside:
The dirt, the filth, the mud, the murky mire.
I cry out from the pain of my bad thoughts,
I cry despite my filth to my Lord.
“Save me Father from my feelings,
Wash me and wipe away my dirt,”
I know my cry is heard,
And I know I am not alone,
My Lord is ever near me, holding my hand.
He washes me...
He makes this sinner whiter than snow.
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"Whiter Than Snow" - Jaime Leigh
Location - CT
Date of Composition - don't know
Date Posted On Site - September 4th, 2000
Known The Lord - since June 16th 1999
