Poem May 12, 1986 Issue

Washed clean

LYNDA A. GILPIN

Blessed, are they that dwell in thy house:
they will be still praising thee.

(Psalms 84:4)

Though I never was a leper,
I was spotted just the same.
When healed by the Shepherd,
I failed to praise His name!

I joined the ranks among the pack,
Silent like the rest.
Pressing on, I turned my back
On Christ, whose love had blessed.

Once more inept beside the eight,
My heart began to ache.
Could it ever be too late
To sing for His name's sake?

ALLELUIA! within me sang.
Vibrant, alive it burst!
The clouds broke, the bells rang,
Announcing a rebirth.

Calm came. I knew a peace
As never before I'd felt.
My praise would never ever cease
For Him to whom I knelt.

LYNDA A. GILPIN

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