Heather Jephcott writes

A Clean Slate 

I am to be found

in His hands.

He is the only one

who can do

this wonderful wiping.

I'm incapable

and ever will be.

He holds me

gently,

wiping clean

with magical wipes

soaked in His life blood.

All that is ugly of the past

He wipes away...

spots, large, small, dark

and ones I can hardly see.

He and only He

is the one who wipes

my slate clean.

And then...

you ask me

why I love Him,

why I desire to follow Him

why I enjoy being kept

securely in His hands?!

The answer is simply,

there is no other.

He is the one who sees clearly

and has the grace,

the love, the kindness,

the patience

to keep on wiping

into the present

as well as the future.

He is the one in whom

I can relax, rest,

He never grows tired

of seeing to me,

being with me..

wiping.

Today I see His tears.

It was not,

it is not,

easy.

But then I see His smile...

bright,

full of love,

for me.