Jesus' love washes off shock

I was given a tile, as I said, when I left West Brom.
It told me Jesus loved me.
It seemed an unlikely statement at the time. But there it was for all to see.
It had a permanent place on my coffee table so that anyone who came would know.
Just in case there was any doubt.
I had got used to having Jesus' love around. It felt sort of comforting.
But being on the coffee table is a dangerous place to leave love.
Things get spilt, upsets occur.
And so it came to pass that the time came when the tile needed a wash.
Bring out the best in Jesus love I thought, polish it up a bit.
So off to the kitchen it went with the washing up. A quick wipe down was all that was needed.
But as I wiped, so Jesus' love faded. And now its gone.
All that's left is a plain tile. Virgin white. Hardly appropriate.
And the love that once was at the centre of my table is just a memory.