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White As Snow

Sep 18
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September 14-20: Isaiah 1:18-19


Now come let us reason, for reason alone

Could never permit you to know

That though you have sins that are scarlet right now

I can make them as white as the snow.


Though on thy hands is a bright stain of crimson

Beloved thou art, even then

And if you’ll but only return unto me

I will make them as white wool again.


For if ye are willing, and if ye obey

You'll eat of the good of the land

For there is no stain that cannot be made clean

Once it's washed in the blood of the Lamb.


© Julianne Young 2026




























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