Saturday, January 08, 2005


You give Me excuses
to not do My will.
You claim to follow Me
but serve other masters instead.

You can’t fool Me.
I know your heart.
Your feeble excuses are
threadbare & worn.

Come to My wedding feast
strip off your rags.
Rejoice with Me.
Put on My cloak.

Don’t pretend
to wear My cloak.
Confess your sin.
Put on My cloak.

Don’t just say
but do.
Come in.
Wear My cloak.
©Presbypoet, October 5, 2002
We keep trying to make excuses to God
to convince ourselves that we don't need
to take off our filthy rags and wear His
wedding cloak.
What excuses are you making?


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