Stain

She wears a stain, a purple smudge, upon her shame-drenched soul;

A wine splotch to remind her of the booze that ate her whole.

A heavy burden, that old stain, to carry all her days;

A ticking time-bomb blasting up her inner working’s ways.

She has resigned herself to suffer under its strong mark –

To carry consequences grave, alone in hidden dark.

But healing comes when grace collides with weaknesses and pain;

She meets the One who gave His all, to make her whole again,

And now her stain, instead of shame, is shining like a light

To beckon others to the path where healing is in sight.

Bloom on, brave heart, your beauty shines from soul which suffered loss;

Your stain’s a mark that points the way to find hope at the Cross.

4 comments on “Stain

  1. Caddo Veil says:

    Oh WOW, this is incredible–perfect, I love it. You write great and mighty messages in such lovely form! God bless you Big–love, sis Caddo

  2. There needs to be a “Like a lot” button. I got goose bumps when I read this one… yes, our stains can be used to direct traffic in His direction. ~ Wendy

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