He approaches with the garment,
arms extended towards me,
the gown is so pristine, so glorious and perfect,
it’s painful to look at.
I turn my face away,
ashamed of all I am, of all I’ve been.
Tears stream down,
their salty taste makes me more aware of my pain.
He comes closer, kindness, love, mercy, grace
pour from his veins and splash upon my legs.
Come! He commands, with compassion and gentleness.
No, no I cannot.
I am so damaged, so broken, so ugly.
Come, my child.
Oh Lord, I will ruin your reputation.
My dirt will ruin that perfect white robe.
Come, my love. I have come so that you may have life.
I am enough.
First a trickle, then a continuous stream flows from my head to my toes.
I am covered, completely covered by the blood.
Jagged scars, blanketed.
Ugliness, glistens with jewels.
The white, beautiful robe is wrapped around my shoulders.
A kiss to my temple, tingles to my soul,
Set apart, loved, called His.
One so undeserving, hurt, and unlovable,
becomes the daughter of the most High.
Drenched in His love, the perfect love,
the love desired and longed for,
the love searched for among the rubble,
among the broken, among the wicked.
Now made new.
A new creation, a new life.
Freed from bondage,
judgments of others.
A new creation to love, dream, and hope.
A future poured fourth in eternity.
In His love.
Only in His love.
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come! 2 Cor 5:17
I delight greatly in the LORD; my soul rejoices in my God. For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels. Isaiah 61:10