Words come, but not in the form I can yet relate in cyberspace. I am being washed with the Word of God, soaking, letting it run off me, sweeping off the clinging death that would kill me; washing me, the dead body, to be brought to life again by the life of Jesus.
This word washes me today: "For by one offering He has perfected forever those who are being sanctified . . . let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water. Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He Who promised is faithful." Hebrews 10