Friday, August 5, 2011

Musings from my closet.

Here I am,

naked before You.

You breathe life into these ashes.

You scrub this dirty soul clean.

You wash me with the only red that makes white.

And you clothe me with robes of righteousness.

You set me in the chair of belonging

and my tears sing the only true chorus:

It is all because of Jesus.


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