One day, a man left home and wandered into the big city. And he walked until evening and it became dark before he could get himself to turn around. And as he tried to hurry back home, the allures of the town by night distracted him. And he became careless and forgot to guard his heart. And that is when his heart dropped from his breast. And before he could catch it, it had rolled several times on the ground.
The man hastily picked up his heart and stuffed it back into his chest where it belonged. And he hoped that no one had seen it fall. For it was already smeared with dirt.
And for many years he walked around with a tainted heart. And it made him feel unworthy. And each day he wondered what it was that would wash his heart clean. He searched in all the places of knowledge that he knew. And he could not get a solution.
Then one day he heard a beautiful song that said:
What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh! precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
And he kept asking himself, “Could this be it?”