Precious Crimson Stream

Precious Crimson Stream
By Kristin Haden

Sweet escape. God, I want out.
I deserve to be vomited out of your mouth.
Indecisive at best, flat rebellious at worst.
I’m a wretched sinner, Lord, but You loved me first.
Can I still be redeemed? Is there any grace left?
Oh merciful God, take this load off my chest.
For I am too weak, too small, and too quiet
to resist, fight off, band together in riot.
But if God is for me, who can be against?
Perhaps all this time I’ve been riding the fence.
I choose this day whom I’ll serve no longer.
“Get thee behind me, Satan!” My God and I are stronger.
Now I remember what my knees are for.
It’s been a while since I was down on this floor.
Well, here I am, Lord, exhausted, worthless, broken.
But I fully believe every word you have spoken.
Refill me, restore me. Oh God, I repent.
I’ve turned away from Your Son, the great sacrifice you sent.
I am oh-so-sorry for the way I’ve been going.
Here’s the real me, no secrets, for You are all-knowing.
Wash me clean again please,
with that precious crimson stream.
May your precious blood wash away my sin.
So I can live righteously, upstanding again.

Originally published in the Fall 2011 Issue N4V4