What will you wear?
Clothed in strength and dignity.
Covered in Grace.
Clothed in Christ’s Righteousness.
Wrapped in Love.
Cast off garments of fear, insecurity, judgment puddle at her feet.
Naked, ashamed, afraid of being seen, she trembles.
Clothed in Grace?
Wrapped in Love?
“Yes,” He whispers, “They are yours.”
“My Gift to you.”
Robes of righteousness, beauty, and belonging swirl around her legs
Hesitant to believe, she swishes and swirls to claim them as her own.
Chosen, wanted, accepted and loved,
Dare she believe?
How could she not?
Such a costly gift, unearned, unmerited, yet freely given.
These new robes are hers, she need only embrace them.
Clothed in Grace.
Wrapped in Love.
Robes of righteousness, beauty, and belonging swirl around her legs
Hesitant to believe, she swishes and swirls to claim them as her own.
Mockers jeer, haters hurl accusations
Yet some words are true.
Exposed as guilty, shards of shame threaten to consume her
She falters, tempted to run and hide,
Scramble and try harder to earn the unearnable.
The Voice of Truth beckons,
“Look to Me, Trust My Goodness,”
“Lean into My Love.”
“Wear My Righteousness”
These new robes are hers, she need only embrace them.
Clothed in strength and dignity.
Covered in Grace.
Clothed in Christ’s Righteousness.
Wrapped in Love.
Hesitant to believe, she swishes and swirls to claim them as her own.
Undeserved, Unearned, Irresistible Grace.
She stands at the crossroads.
“Come, My Beloved,” she hears His voice call.
“You are Mine.”
“Come and Receive, Come and Rest,” he gently beckons.
“Run,” fear taunts her.
“Hide!” shame screams.
“Try Harder,” pride protests.
“Come,” Jesus beckons. “Cease Striving.”
“Let Me, cloth you in Grace, wrap you in Love, Redeem you with My sacrifice.”
“Will you receive?”
Clothed in Christ’s Righteousness.
Wrapped in Grace & Love.
Robes of righteousness, beauty, and belonging swirl around her legs
Hesitant to believe, she swishes and swirls to claim them as her own.
Mine? she whispers?
“Yours,” Jesus nods.
“I give them freely, will you receive?”
Clothed in strength and dignity.
Covered in Grace.
Clothed in Christ’s Righteousness.
Wrapped in Love.
Robes of righteousness, beauty, and belonging swirl around her legs.
Beginning to believe, she swishes and swirls to claim them as her own.
