Sin drips like ink blots
Onto the crisp, white pages
Forever erased
Sin drips like ink blots
Onto the crisp, white pages
Forever erased
Cold was the light of the stars
As the bitter winds whipped through the open fields
I was a lone tree on an empty moor
Exposed to the wickedness of the dark
I said that I knew the way back
I said that I knew better
My proud heart had poisoned my well of trust
And now I drank its bitter gall
Fear stalked me as I walked
Its foul breath on the back of my neck
Its tendrils reached out to grab me
To squeeze and shake me like a rag doll
My hands shook as I typed the number
I did not know if it was the cold or the terror
It rang once and then twice
Each ring feeling like an eternity
“Hello?”
I choked back the lump in my throat
And the pride in my heart
And I asked for help
“Lord my God, I called to you for help and you healed me.” Psalm 30:2