I have often pictured myself much like the character in "The Scarlet Letter," the one with the red letter "A" branded upon her existence. Only, my "A" stood for Anger.
"Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD:
though your sins be as
scarlet, they shall be as white as snow;
though they be red like crimson, they
shall be as white as wool."
{Isaiah 1:18}
"That old scarlet letter won't keep Me from holding you." He whispers.
And I say, Thank You.
Now, humor me, and take a listen to this. You'll want to turn it up.
The end gets me every time.
Touches deep.
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