Power Washed

I do believe that the power washer is the most miraculous of outdoor tools. Talk about Instant Gratification! The power washer gives it. I adore it!

I woke up deciding that Today Was The Day to clean and paint my front porch. Oh sad front porch. It was most recently green, but since the snow scrapings of winter, you can see the gray that it once was, and the cement that was it's genesis.

We have owned a power washer, a little sort of hand held pressure washer, that remains miraculous in it's performance. But, it has been out of commission for a while, for reasons I did not remember except that it didn't work. That changed today. Motivated by my waking desire to clean and paint, T. fixed it. And it worked it's charm. It blasted that chipping paint off. It blasted the dirt and grime and webs and leaves. It cleaned that porch. And then I painted it, with an oil-based glossy dark green cement paint, and it looks quite clean and shiny and new.

So as I stood, blasting away, oh so cheerfully blasting away (did I mention, I adore! the pressure washer?), I thought about all that dirt...

Truthfully, I can't think about cleaning away dirt without thinking about this.

What can wash away my sin
What can make me whole again
For my pardon this I see
For my cleansing this my plea

Oh, precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow
No other fount I know
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus

Nothing can for sin atone
Not of good that I have done
This is all my hope and peace
This is all my righteousness

Oh, precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow
And no other fount I know
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus

Now by this I'll overcome
Now by this I'll reach my home
Glory, glory, this I see
All my praise for this I bring
All my praise for this I bring
All my praise for this I bring

Oh, precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow
No other fount I know
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus

Even better than a power washer...