Friday 14 August 2015

the emperor’s New clothes

There we see him in the sun
a smile upon his face
adorned in garlands and brocade
resplendent in his lace
            His heart is filled with haughty pride
            He wears a coat of hate.

His life work it continues
His quest to acquire more
The endless vanities he ceaselessly feeds
Amassing more than meets his needs
            His palace filled with diamonds and shiny things
            He wears a coat of greed.

History’s replete with the record of many different clothes
-      a gift from father to a son
a many coloured robe
-      the wealthiest and wisest king
his servants the best dressed
though the good book says for sure that
the lilies were better adorned
-      the voice of one in the wilderness
baptising in desert sun
clothing made from camel’s hair
and leather belt for sure
But none’s more important than the one
no man had ever worn.


His search for something better
Has brought him to this place
And the answers that he sought
Were etched in the old man’s face
            And then the old man told a tale
            Of a land in a distant place
"...Adorned with a crown of thorns, loincloth and blood soaked face"
The origins he swore
of a unique special race.

“There we see Him in the sun
No smile upon His face
Adorned with a crown of thorns,
Loincloth and blood soaked face
            His heart breaking with love
            He wears the coat of grace”

“Straddled up-on the cross
He’ll writhe and then grimace
the Soldiers jostle for His clothes
but the burden of His sacrifice means
there’s forgiveness on His face
            He wears a cloak of stripes and blood
            But it’s the purple robe they chase”

“The entrance of the Word brings light”
the old man seemed to say
his heart t’is desperately wicked
no hiding place from truth
            his heart is filled with sin and guilt
he wears a coat of shame.

“But hark the Master of the Universe,
The Maker of the Race;
Arising in His Might and Power
Defies hell and the graves!”
A gift that stands the test of time
Moth or rust doth not corrupt.

He’s washed in water and then fire
He adorns a brand new faith
            He wears the uniform coat with pride
His life transformed by grace.

“if any man be in Christ he is a new creature, old things have passed away behold all things are become new”   2 Corinthians 5 v 17


IamMaverick
March 2008




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