Prancing around, flaunting the fashion...
the finest
the best...
in your own eyes
but much like the emperor,
you are naked...
but the lies you chose to believe
the stories you tell yourself
have you clothed
grandly.
ignore the pain
drown the sorrow
run from the reality
the cozy clothes of nakedly numb
fall so comfortably around
fit so well
the mirror of avoidance
perpetuates the lie
that
you
look
just
fine
fantastic even
only you don't feel fantastic
you don't feel
anything
so it's easier
to pretend
to model the latest fad of forgetting
anything
so that you don't have to dress...
in naked vulnerability...
so you'll swim in stagnant waters of a wounded soul...
you'll play at a game that you are bound to lose,
you'll settle for less
because it doesn't demand more...
and you'll believe
it's haute couture
but
there is a dressing room
where He waits...
and He wants to let you see,
that what is broken
can be beautiful.
what is battered
can be redeemed...
what you've cheaply traded...
He longs to restore.
The garment He wraps you in...
is just the right size...there is more than enough...
Grace
you wear it well...
Grace mixed with faith and love poured over me and into me. And all because of Jesus.
the finest
the best...
in your own eyes
but much like the emperor,
you are naked...
but the lies you chose to believe
the stories you tell yourself
have you clothed
grandly.
ignore the pain
drown the sorrow
run from the reality
the cozy clothes of nakedly numb
fall so comfortably around
fit so well
the mirror of avoidance
perpetuates the lie
that
you
look
just
fine
fantastic even
only you don't feel fantastic
you don't feel
anything
so it's easier
to pretend
to model the latest fad of forgetting
anything
so that you don't have to dress...
in naked vulnerability...
so you'll swim in stagnant waters of a wounded soul...
you'll play at a game that you are bound to lose,
you'll settle for less
because it doesn't demand more...
and you'll believe
it's haute couture
but
there is a dressing room
where He waits...
and He wants to let you see,
that what is broken
can be beautiful.
what is battered
can be redeemed...
what you've cheaply traded...
He longs to restore.
The garment He wraps you in...
is just the right size...there is more than enough...
Grace
you wear it well...
Grace mixed with faith and love poured over me and into me. And all because of Jesus.
1 Timothy 1:14 The Message
6 comments:
Love this SO MUCH Cheri!! Is this from a book or did you write it?
Thank you so much, holly. I wrote it. :-)
Okay girl, you seriously NEED to write your own book. This was BEAUTIFUL. Never doubt if you have enough grace..you indeed do my friend.
Thank you, Holly. Seriously, you made my day...your encouragement truly is a blessing to me today and means more than you can possibly know. :)
"you'll settle for less
because it doesn't demand more..."
Ouch and wow.
Gah, I love you.
Pre-ordering 10 copies of your book please...ahem...but really, as always, I LOVE the way you share what's in your head and heart!
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