Saturday 16 August 2014

BEAUTY CLOTHING BARRENESS




A new form, a new comeliness,
the bindweed entwines itself about her.
Close clinging glory of new life covers the dry cow parsley
abandoned in the ditch.
Pure white flowers trumpet new beauty,
garments of glory to cover dry stalks.

So it is when we shall lie in the dust,
nothing but dry bones.
The Spirit of God will blow in the valley,
bones shall come together and put on flesh.
Life will flow into that flesh and
we shall see our God.

Our God who took on flesh,
covering His glory for a while
so that we could see His glory,
dwelling with us in the valley of desolation.
That flesh mutilated
so that we could see that glory.

Weep not at your barreness,
but look up at that glory, a foretaste of our own.
God loves to clothe His children and together we will stand,
a Bride adorned with glory in Emmanuel's land.