Harlot No More

Personal (Hope)

I once was a harlot,

smeared with

the taint of lust.

But You wiped

the stains clean

with the blood

You spilled.

They mock me

saying I cannot


I whisper

behind moist eyes,

“I was forgiven

before I ever sinned.”

When I looked for love

in the men of this world,

I passed by the One

who would sweep me off my feet.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by: “Hold Me Now” by Jennifer Knapp

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