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The most awesome poetic analogy I`ve ever read!
"The Old Painter's Rag"
Just a filthy rag the old painter carried every day.
He'd tuck it into his pocket as he went on his way.
And when his brush missed its mark, for his rag he would reach.
Never giving a single thought to what this old rag would teach.
It was stained with many colors, yet he carried it every day.
For some un-known reason, he just couldn't throw the rag away.
Then one day in his attempt to open up a can,
He mistakenly stuck his knife deep into his hand.
To slow the mess the blood was making, he reached into his britches,
And wrapped his hand with his cleaning rag, and headed off for stitches.
His wound was cleaned and stitched, and as he was leaving someone said,
"Is this yours?" And he turned to see his old rag was now completely red.
It appeared all the blood, that from his wounded had did flow,
Went deeper in that old rag, than all the stains of time could go.
Our righteousness is as a filthy rag, is what the Bible said,
Until it is covered over, by the Savior's blood of crimson red.
Just as in the old rag, the painter carried everywhere,
It gives me great joy to stand today and declare,
That my own once filthy soul, today is white as snow,
Because the Savior's blood, went deeper than sin's stains could ever go!
-author Pastor Mike Kingsport, Tennessee
"The Old Painter's Rag"
Just a filthy rag the old painter carried every day.
He'd tuck it into his pocket as he went on his way.
And when his brush missed its mark, for his rag he would reach.
Never giving a single thought to what this old rag would teach.
It was stained with many colors, yet he carried it every day.
For some un-known reason, he just couldn't throw the rag away.
Then one day in his attempt to open up a can,
He mistakenly stuck his knife deep into his hand.
To slow the mess the blood was making, he reached into his britches,
And wrapped his hand with his cleaning rag, and headed off for stitches.
His wound was cleaned and stitched, and as he was leaving someone said,
"Is this yours?" And he turned to see his old rag was now completely red.
It appeared all the blood, that from his wounded had did flow,
Went deeper in that old rag, than all the stains of time could go.
Our righteousness is as a filthy rag, is what the Bible said,
Until it is covered over, by the Savior's blood of crimson red.
Just as in the old rag, the painter carried everywhere,
It gives me great joy to stand today and declare,
That my own once filthy soul, today is white as snow,
Because the Savior's blood, went deeper than sin's stains could ever go!
-author Pastor Mike Kingsport, Tennessee
