The Lord's Cloak

He lowers it from heaven

over our hearts and sin stained lives,

not asking us to explain our needs,

merely trusting that His fabric

will cover what scars our souls.

 

Never requires perfection

for His bountiful gift,

doesn’t demand that we be worthy

for Him to clothe our soiled selves.

 

But we oft treat it as a reward

when we fail to appreciate its meaning,

how His love has no restrictions

nor blesses only those

who think they are deserving.

 

It is the silent silk

of His endless longsuffering

that reaches down to drape

those who truly come to learn

His eyes see everything we do,

yet care about us just the same.

 

We can never earn its fabric

no matter how we try,

just accept it with joy

because we take Him at His word,

instead of trying to work

in all our flawed ways

to assume we can earn

what He offers freely.