Sweet Stain
Salt no longer penetrates our wounds,
only scars remain,
a sweet sound of an angel chorus,
praising His name.
Unspeakable spoken, revealing great hurt,
tears like spring rains,
joy permeates lasting nightmares,
peaceful love tames.
Undeniable, His grace abounds here,
no room to complain,
hope and glory, blessing our lives,
His promise we claim.
His blood at the cross' foot,
washes away our pain,
"Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?"
Father, why th' sweet stain?
©2006 Randolph D. Brown Jr
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