My Eraser

Every day I make mistakes -
they often make me ill.
And my eraser's here atop, my
error driven pencil.

It fixes all my mixed-up thoughts,
and every misspelled word -
and makes more space for other thoughts,
before the words are heard.

My eraser though, lacks power,
to fix my evil side.
It cannot mend my sinful scars -
I know, because I tried.

I frantically attempted -
but then to my dismay,
I watched as my eraser wore
entirely away.

Sinful stains mark selfish souls,
then guilt comes as a flood,
but erasers cannot help us -
removing sin takes blood.

And Jesus does that best of all -
erasing takes no skill.
No, we cannot erase our sin -
but Jesus can, and will.