JOYFULLY YOURS

 

I begin writing in the sand early in the morning,
down by the seashore;
At the end of the day, I was weary,
and could write no more.

Jesus asked, “What are you writing there in the sands,
Come here, wash off the dirt from your face and hands.”

 

I surveyed the shore, and for as far as I could see,
There, written in the sands were the sins of me.

I started at the very beginning, my first sin I could recall;
And I wrote them all down there, yet, I knew that wasn’t all.

But the shore was full of my writings of the day,
And my heart was broken because of my wicked way.

Again Jesus spoke, and said, “Sincere repentance from the heart
Is all I need to hear to take these sins away so very far.”

 

I begged for mercy, I pleaded for forgiveness,
For I was truly sorry that I had made such a mess.

He picked me up out of the muck and mire,
And said, “Rise with Me, come up a little higher.

 

And in the blink of my eyes, He covered all the sands with His blood;
It washed from shore to shore, like a gentle red flood.

“For what you could only write in the sand, I covered with my blood;
The past is to be remembered no more, it’s been forgiven by My love.”

 

“Come My child, and sin no more, for what you wrote in the sand;
I covered with My blood; walk on, and always hold My hand.”

 

Joy Marie Parker