The Blotted Sweater

The lamb's wool is so soft

With fleece just like snow

Each winter I have sought

Its warm touch to know

In the bleakest of weather

Doing things that weren't right

I wrapped up in a sweater

Without blemish- all pure white

Then, feeling cozy, warm,

Protected and loved

So perfect its form...

Till I fell, and what blood!

My stains grown from sin

Spread thick and spotted

I prayed... my heart sick

The Lord gently blotted

He soaked up the blood

My wool became new

I knew I was loved

And walked warm anew

Repent ye therefore, and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out, when the times of refreshing shall come from the presence of the Lord;   Acts 3:19

Blood is one of the hardest of stains to get out.  The quicker you act the better chances you have to get it out.  Blot it instead of rubbing it further in...