Unseen
Hiding behind
The veil of black
Keeping me unseen
I enter through
The women’s door
Hoping I am clean.
Going to the spickets
I join the line
Of black-robed women
Washing face and hands
In ceremony
Hoping to be clean.
I hope my prayers
Are heard by God
Then the pain within
Reminds me I’m unclean.
Now I kneel down
Face to the ground
Uttering words
I’ve always known
Since I was a girl
Yet still I am unclean.
Slowly I rise
Hopeless that
I would ever
Be good enough
For God to be near
Someone so unclean.
a man in white,
A man who’s kind
Compassionate
Who doesn’t push me
Away as unclean.
All of my life
I’ve been taught that
He’s just a prophet
But what if He’s
More than that and
He can make me clean?
What if He is
Who they say He is?
What if He is
The Son of God
And He did die
To make us all clean?
Could it be that
This One in white
Is walking on
These dusty roads
Beckoning me
Though I am unclean?
Could it be that
He does want me
Just as I am,
Woman and all,
As His bride
Radiant and clean?
If it be so
Then, Lord, I want
You to come in.
I don’t want to
Hide anymore.
You can make me clean.
If this is real,
Would you take all
My shame and fear
Replacing it
With perfect love?
Through You, I am clean.
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