Blackened Stone

A blackened stone
In the palm of my hand
Once it was white
Once it was grand

Once it shone bright
Like a star in the night sky
A precious pearl
The apple of God’s eye

Then I ruined it
Scarred its perfection
Now every time I see it
I feel so wretched

The black stains my hands
Stains all I touch
I feel my life corroding
Slowly collapsing to dust

I can hold on
To this endless misery
Or I can open my hand
And let Jesus take it from me

Let Him place a new stone
Into my hand
One that cannot be stained
My sins, it can withstand

A free gift for me
Purchased by blood
A beautiful reminder
Of His everlasting love



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