The Blood of the Lamb

I came in from the fields to take a bath. Taking off my worn clothes I stared aghast. They were so stained and filthy, torn and worn That I looked for a way to get new clothes. Sadly, I was poor without a penny. I looked and saw the old chains on my feet. These kept me bound to a cruel master. I would not be free after my life passed. I walked by the place where the lamb was killed. And in quiet desperation I threw My clothes into the place where its blood spilled. Quickly, I pulled them out and stared in shock. They were made new and bleached whiter than snow. I put them on in surprise and in hope And found the chains had fallen from my feet. I danced to the mirror and realized That the blood of the Lamb made me new born.