July 2011
3 posts
Colors.
There is blood painted all over my body.
This blood is supposed to proclaim I’ve been forgiven.
This blood is supposed to proclaim that I’ve been set free.
But truthfully, I think I wear it mostly for color.
Red, all over.
This red claims I’ve been set apart.
Set apart from sin I am told.
But most days I’m just wearing a color.
When actually, this blood covering my...
