You were taken off of the feet of life,
And cast on the floor.
Stepped on and stepped over.
Like you were caught between the world's
Index finger,
And it's thumb, and flung into the hamper.
Until God came!
Washing away the pain and that dirty feeling.
He gets the ring off your collar,
Cleansing you on the right cycle.
He keeps enough change,
To dry our tears.
I'm so glad Jesus doesn't need Downy.
Yet His Mercy softens us.
His Power and Love strengthens us.
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