If I could not hold a pen I would write of You on my heart instead You have bought me with Your blood And I am painted red by Your love

Until You found me,
I was all alone;
My soul was black and cold,
But You loved my heart of stone.

Now Sonshine showers me

From Your storehouse above...
And You wash my heart red
With Your raindrops of Love.

poem/pictures: "Sonshine and Lovedrops" by me
post title: JJ Heller, "Painted Red"