(This is a song we are singing in choir at church, although, i'm not sure who the author is. Hope it blesses your heart as much as it did mine.)
It matters not where you have been,
It matters not what you have done.
For there is cleansing from every sin in the blood of God's own son.
Though your sins be as scarlet they shall be as wool.
Though they be red, like crimson, they shall be white as snow.
Rise to walk a brand new man.
Oh how great the mystery.
By His grace you can be made whole and by His blood you are set free.
Come be washed in the blood of the Lamb. The precious, soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb.
For though your sins be as scarlet they shall be as wool.
And though they be red, like crimson, they shall be white as snow.
Praise Jesus! God sometimes I just want to say the name of Jesus and feel the power as it comes out of my mouth. The power to conquer, overcome, comfort and bring peace. Lord draw us near to You. Open our eyes to Your truth. Be our belief, our faith, our understanding, our reality. I lift up everyone who stops by this blog to you. Have Your way in our lives. In the specific name of Jesus Christ - the son of God.