ALL OUR GUILTY STAINS
To go to church I dress up
As well as best as I can,
But once in a while a brand new shirt
Will wear something unplanned.
Folks always are happy to see me,
They don’t seem to see shirt stains….
It is no heist to put on Christ
And know that Lord Christ reigns.
An older hymn most precious
With echoed glad refrains….
Says when we plunge beneath that Flood
We lose all guilty stains.
The Blood of Christ was shed for thee,
His blood paid for your soul…
Until you believe in His God
You ‘ll never be seen as whole.