I made a new aquaintence in church today. We exchanged interests and learned that one was classical music and another was potentially poetry. He wrote down a poem from memory and gave it to me at the end of church. At home I sat down to read the poem. I was really enjoying it, but then I got to the last three lines and felt disappointed. Perhaps the author did not know the good news that I know, or perhaps his focus was elsewhere. At any rate I include the poem here and two verses that I quickly added (in a different color) to, as they say in music, resolve the dissident chords, caused in me at any rate. In defense of both Dr. Stidger’s thoughts and mine, I remind you of what it says in John 13:10: “Jesus said to him, ‘He who has bathed needs only to wash his feet, but is completely clean; and you are clean, but not all of you.'” I believe Jesus means both that Judas was unclean and that His disciples can pick up dirt from this world, that though they are clean, “needs only to wash”. Oh, how glorious, I’m clean!
I saw God wash the world by Dr. W. L. Stidger I saw God wash the world last night With His sweet showers on high And then when Morning came I saw Him hang it out to dry He washed each tiny blade of grass And every trembling tree He flung His showers against the hill And swept the billowing sea The white rose is a cleaner white


I like your new addition. Great poem!
Thanks.
I agree with, Emily.
I really like your addition and the edifying truth it brings. However, I also like the original. Though I may already be clean, I too long for that ‘final’ wash that will cleanse me from ‘all my dust and dirt’ on that glorious day! No more dirt settling; no more pollution of sin; no more washing of sin-soiled feet but running on streets of pure gold transparent as glass!
I’ve enjoyed my visit here and will return after I officially break my ‘silence’ to return to the techno/network/blog world.
Until then…
Grace and blessings!