Wash

Why is it Lord,
that we feel so far from you?
We feel you're out of our reach,
when you have never left our side.
Help us realize, Lord,
you are always near and come to you
to be washed white as snow.

The world is broken
and drifting far away,
from the perfect creation,
you made in the first place.
You hear the cries of your creation,
pleading, "Wash it all away."

People are dying,
around the world.
Children are crying,
for they have no home.
Yet we walk in our little bubbles,
while the rest of the world begs,
"Wash it all away."

We ignore the poor,
and the hungry.
We are way too busy,
to give them our time.
The homeless freeze on the street,
while we sit in warmth and eat fancy treats.
Silent prayers rise up to heaven,
asking, "wash it all away."

We focus on ourselves,
turning our backs to the world,
for we cannot deal with ourselves.
Running from the fear of exposure,
of the imperfect person hidden inside.
Running day to day,
never stopping to look in the mirror,
to see the silent tears beneath our eyes.
As we kill our own hearts,
our soul is screaming,
"wash it all away."

God,
may we lay our pain and fear,
at the foot of your cross,
bringing before you our own brokenness,
and bowing before your great righteousness.
May we hear your quiet words whispered to our souls,
"Jesus' blood has washed it all away."