Redemption's Restoration

My soul was made
For Eden.
Destined to rest 
In Your presence,
I was created to be loved
And love the One
Who knows me intricately.

A wretched hurricane
Collided into Paradise.
Smothered in filth and debris,
My only shelter
Dirty rags.

I thought if I scrubbed
The sin off my flesh,
Maybe if I just bled,
It would be enough.
Yet, even after my baptism,
I remained as dark
As before;
Infected with its insidious mold.

I believed in Your name,
Yet, I held onto my own ways.
Freed from my prison,
But I still carried 
The chains.

What could I say 
To prove I was changed?
My words only refreshed
For a moment.
What could I do?
My actions only made
Room to walk
Through, never
Eliminate, the mess.

There is blood
Holier than mine.
Whose drops seep
In between the grains
Of wood, perspiring
New life with every touch
Reached.

The crimson flow
Made white
The hazardous waste
That encapsulated my home.
His love without boundaries;
His righteousness without mar;
His power without end
Cleansed me and clothed me new.

The clout of 
Wickedness gone.
The memory of 
Sin's stain
With time, is lost.