Eternal Erasers

We are nothing but pencils In the hand of times and seasons, Our past and present are stencils; Rough or smooth… for whatever reasons. For our past errors we seek erasers, Their horrors may haunt our history, In black and white… in pure or poor papers, We often want to write a new and straight story. Our erasers may be right attitude…repentance Because our errors may have grieved our God, Our erasers may be outright acceptance Of the Holy One who shed his tears and blood.