Monday, May 23, 2011

and He holds us

covers HIS own hands with our dirt

filth, grime, unrighteousness

it's all the same, that sin

he holds so well

so tightly

one speck of mine is one of yours

holding them both, all on HIS skin

we wonder

where does it go?

why does it seem to be a mystery to us...

death, cross, risen, forgiven

complex but simple

HE takes our dirt from us

HIS righteousness covers that filth

oh, it covers, wipes white as snow

"But God proves his love for us in that while we still were sinners Christ died for us."

Romans 5:8, NRSV

but we pack it on again

little by little perhaps

time will tell

then heavily without the concept of pain or punishment

oh, why do we do so?

nonetheless, HE still cares.




to make us, the ungodly,


is it love?

"He loved us not because were were lovable, but because He is Love."

C.S. Lewis

i look at my own dirt.

not the dirt of my son, on his hands, not the creature

he is holding.

what am I holding on to?

why not LET it Go?

to the ONE who can purify the heart?

"...he delivered me, because he delighted in me."

Psalm 18:19, NSRV

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

pretty profound my sweet friend. love ya!