SOUL

a lost soul begging for mercy quivers with fear in the distant woods where her home has been for so many years and as she looks in dread upon her accuser her hands are dirty with shame for she is guilty and every moment her accuser draws closer ready to destroy that which he has distorted she flinches and falls to her rusted knees the accuser gasps and covers his eyes from the blinding sun that suddenly appears through the trees shedding light upon a darkened soul that stays on her knees watching her accuser quiver with fear

a soul steps out of the distant woods she is free the accuser has been conquered and her hands have been washed by the Overcomer she looks in awe upon Him for her soul has been son-kissed