The Wash Cycle
David doesn’t defend himself.
He doesn’t spin it.He doesn’t minimize it.
He just says it:I messed up.It’s sitting on me.
And instead of hiding,he brings the stain straight to Ya(h).
Not for punishment.For cleansing.
Not to be crushed.To be made new.
Create in me a clean heart.Renew a steady spirit.Restore the joy.
This isn’t guilt spiraling.This is mercy doing laundry.
Let’s sit in that rinse cycle of grace.
