Evan Mitchell Poet Prose Poetry

Forever White As Snow

Forever White as Snow

I refuse to sit here and do the
“Woe is me” routine because of
my shortcomings.

Yes, they are there, and yes,
they are obvious,
but I refuse to let them define me.

I choose to let the blood of
Jesus Christ define me.
He washed me white as snow when I
accepted Him into my life.

As long as He is the head of
my life I am washed forever.
My shortcomings, past, present,
and future, have been washed away.

Therefore, woe to my shortcomings,
because they get to drown forever
in the sea of forgetfulness while I
get to remain forever as white as snow

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