(For my friends who are struggling today with the weight of what life has put on your shoulders. When our eternal souls know that we were made for more than this temporary place can offer.)
This world is clearly not my home
Its clothes don’t fit my form
They tug and pull and rub wrong ways
As if I’m not the norm.
The hat this world has offered me
Sits heavy on my head
It’s much too big and in my eyes
So all I see is dread.
My walking stick is broken
From rocks along the way
Too short to reach the path I’m on
No help for weary legs.
The shoes that life has given me
Are threadbare, tattered, torn
The soles a picture of MY soul
Full of holes and worn.
Head to toe, exhausted
From the misfit garb I wear
Keeps me neither warm, nor cool
Just cold and sad and bare.
Then my weary mind remembers
That I was made for more
Than what this world can offer
Heaven is in store.
And while I linger on the earth
An outfit’s been reserved
That far outweighs in every way
What my soul deserves.
The awkward fit of earthly clothes
Is covered by the blood
Their color changed from black to white
As if to snow from mud.
The heavy hat upon my head
Made of regret and shame
Is removed because a crown of thorns
Took my guilt and blame.
My broken stick’s been taken
Replaced by a broken tree
Where Perfect Love, crowned with blood
Hung in that place for me.
These tattered shoes, my threadbare soul,
Were taken off that day
And worn by One Who did not fit
Their holes and ugly stains.
Three days buried in a grave
Wrapped in a garment made of rags
He took with Him my every sin
With all its lingering dregs.
And on the day that He arose
Those old garments left behind
He wore with me a light, white cloak
The clean and weightless kind.
Life is hard, its clothes too tight
Its hat too big to bare
Our sticks get broken, our shoes wear thin
Uncomfortable to wear.
But we were made for heavenly garb
“Clothed in righteousness”
With amazing grace came a “garment of praise”
His “easy yoke” our vest.
Until the day we see His face
We wear what this world knits
But we’ll trade it in for heaven’s clothes
The only ones that fit…
Isaiah 61:3 – …to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.
Isaiah 61:10 – I am overwhelmed with joy in the LORD my God! For he has dressed me with the clothing of salvation and draped me in a robe of righteousness. I am like a bridegroom in his wedding suit or a bride with her jewels.
Isaiah 53:5 – But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed.
2 Corinthians 5:17 – Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!
