The feelings you have always matter,Even if they’re bad or even if they hurt.You should never take them, and bury them under,Under that beautiful smiling face.That smile can fool one or maybe another, But never one too many.If someone asks you ,”What’s the matter?”You should open up and have a chatter.
Our hands stained with Jesus’s blood for thousands of years within,
But you are cleansed from your sins and transgressions,
Your heart is as white as snow,
Your hands are washed of the blood,
We were washed from years ago,
The Bible says in Isaiah 1:18 – Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
My shepherd is my safe where I go when I am hurt, I am the lamb who has gone astray, Away from his loving side, His pity and forgiveness is lasting and overwhelming, He will always love and care for me always, always and forever.