Left over in a tub of lint,

Where I had cleaned cheap towles.

Colors blended like a rainbow,

On a very cloudy day.

Seems life can be like that,

Oft times we wash away the externals.

But beneath we are hardly touched,

And we are aware of this shoddy rinse.

We can't hide from ourselves or God,

So it's best to come clean.

That requires introsepection,

That many fail to do.

But when you tell the Lord,

How sorry you are for your lapses.

And ask for His strength to get you through.

You will be a different person, but God will know you.