Pass me the Soap
my hands need to be washed
they need to be soaped
they need to be rinsed
and dried with new hope
the water, I believe,
should be luke warm and soft
to wash away the bitter cold
to contain the scalding bush fires of old
the soap, I believe
should be colourful and light blue like healing glue
to bless me with forgiveness
to wash away my many sins
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