'God's Basket' Poem by Linda Winchell

'God's Basket'



Placed my sins into God's basket,
As it slowly was passed around.
It had no bottom in it,
But yet no sins fell to the ground.

Our sins were woven into it,
Every thread, strand and cord.
They were woven by the hands of God,
And forgiven by our Lord.

The basket needs no bottom,
For the worlds sins are much.
They are fogiven by our God above,
With a dropp of His cleansing blood when touched.

Place your sins down inside,
So that God can forgive them too.
He wove this basket for all of us,
He made it for me and you.

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Linda Winchell

Linda Winchell

Chicago Illinois
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