A small drop of cleansing water
A bit of rather messy paint
But from which I am now His daughter
Don’t get me wrong, I’m still no saint
But I know that I’m forgiven
In a bright array of colors
For I am confident He is risen
And bore my sin and suffered.
So I’ll be the little splash of paint
That God can mix with His water
To help show someone else that ain’t
Saved, their quite colorful Father.