A Sunday Doxology
To the God who offers forgiveness
that flows as blood poured out
that purifies to snow white the cursed crimson stain
that knows not the boundaries of east and west
To the forgiving God,
gracious and compassionate,
slow in anger
abounding in love,
be humble gratitude and worship
from one such as I:
broken and wholly without merit.
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Isaiah 1:18; Psalm 103:12; Nehemiah 9:17
