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 I once was in a pile of mud,
dirty, stinky, and stuck
But you, you’ve made me white as snow
I once was a rebel, dark with the night
lost, confused, and down and out
But you, you’ve made me white as snow
I once had ugly thoughts, never relief
proud, shamed, and worthless
But you, you’ve made me white as snow
My goodness, could it be, I still can’t get over it!
No matter the mud puddle, no matter the ugliness, no matter the sin!
You washed me, washed me so clean! No matter what you’ve seen!
Thank you Lord, thank you for the fresh, clean, crisp new start!
poem by Gina Norman
e-mail her at kevinandginanorman@netzero.com
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