Child, Your sins are forgiven,
Go now, and sin no more.
Oh, what wondrous words those are,
What joy they hold in store.
For I was born of this world
And yet carry the stain,
But when I’m home, finally,
There, no stain will still remain.
I can’t wait to see that day,
When I am clean at last
And all the sins I now wear
Are washed away and past!
Psalm 51:2
Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin!
Another of AC's delightful photos from Africa!
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