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.


forgives.


cherishes.




promises.



to make us, the ungodly,



clean...




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!
jen