Put me in clothes for which they’ll bid
When I am dead, when I am hid.

Give me some words for which they’ll fight
When I have gone and left this life.

Give me some wisdom, which they will quote
When they go to make their vote.

Give me some hands, some arms, some feet
To spread out wide and welcome defeat.
Give me some flesh to sink down deep
That will rise again your new day speak.

Give me some walls to walk right through.
Give me some walks, to walk invisible too.
Give me a sky shiny and blue, some clouds
To go and rise up through.

Return me to where I have come
Return me to walk with the Son.
So I will have to give someone
When I have gone where they cannot come.

March 1, 2019

When the soldiers had crucified Jesus, they took his garments and divided them into four parts, one part for each soldier; also his tunic. But the tunic was seamless, woven in one piece from top to bottom, so they said to one another, “Let us not tear it, but cast lots for it to see whose it shall be.” This was to fulfill the Scripture which says, “They divided my garments among them, and for my clothing they cast lots.” So the soldiers did these things…  John‬ ‭19:23-24‬ ‭ESV‬‬

Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.  ‭‭Luke‬ ‭12:27‬ ‭ESV


Feature image: Pietro Jeng | Taipei City, Taiwan