In the year Uzziah
Like Isaiah he was a man of unclean lips
Full of guile and avarice
Until Uzziah's death exposed his unrighteousness
He reached out for the ever flowing blood of Jesus
The lamb of God slain for me.
Then he began to proclaim his cleanliness boldly.
(Written on the 5th of December, 2015)
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