A Mop and A Broom

I wander through my mind,
Go from room to room.
And in each one I find,
A mop and a broom.

In the room of transgression,
With all its dirt and grime.
I sweep away my failings,
He washes away sins crime.

In the room of worry,
With all its anxious fears.
I sweep away my concerns,
He washes away my tears.

In the room of sorrow,
With all the loss I've known.
I sweep away my grief,
He washes away my groan.

In the room of trouble,
With all its weight and pain.
I sweep away my faults,
He washes away the stain.

In the room of doubt,
With every regret and qualm.
I sweep away my disbelief,
He washes me with His calm.