His Red Hands Made Ours Clean

I will agree that the hearts of man have grown cold,

and the earth seems like it is expired and old.

Violence is the vicious lullaby of the lands,

and many things we witness throughout our lifespans.

And, everyone is guilty for not loving enough,

and you wonder why life is so miserable and tough.

Our guilt, our sin, and our shame,

give us a definite name.

It would then seem that we don't have any hope,

or really any way to even cope.

But, the truth is there was one who came humbly,

even while we were feeling so numbly.

He was the one who was the perfect sacrifice,

and he willfully paid the price.

His hands were the ones who paid it all,

what a gruesome sight to befall!

His hands became innocently bloody,

covered in bruises, grime, and muddy.

This had to happen because it was the only way,

He gave the final, final say,

"It is finished,"

making our hands clean, blood diminished.

We are set free from blood and guilt,

and on his promise of return our hope is built.