Look, Lord, I've been housecleaning.
Lokk at this big pile of sins;
I've pulled them all out, Lord,
For You to take away.
Just look at this one, Lord,
Isn't it a whopper?
And I'm getting rid of it just as You bid.
And this one, almost as big!
Oh, I feel so good!
All my sins are gone;
All those big, old, black things!
What? What's that, Lord?
That little thing there?
Oh, I see, just a little splinter of doubt.
I didn't think that tiny thing would matter;
It's so small no one could see it.
And that? That little shred of malice?
It's behind the door, Lord; it can't possibly show.
And that little, tiny, fluff of dusty jealousy
Under the shelf?
But those are just teeny, grayish, little sins, Lord;
I can't possibly get them all out.
No one looks at them anyway;
No one gets all the specks out.
No one ever stands and picks out
Every little pinfeather!
Do they, Lord? You surely don't expect me to be
Perfectly, completely, squeaky clean, Lord?
You do?

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