I want to be pure.
Soap. White. Cleanse. Purify.
But they're not pure.
My hands are dirty, no matter how much I wash them, gloving them in a white lather.
What do I want from you?
I want you to purify them. Not just with soap and water, but with your grace, mercy, forgiveness, and love.
Get rid of the smell of death from them, because in these moments, it's all they're really bringing.
the satisfaction is only temporary.
Cleanse me! Purify my hands; purify my hands with more than soap and water.
Because in the end, they're still BLACK like death.
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