Life Hid With Christ in God

I died the day I first began to live.

My soul, once bent, was turned to reach for Love.

Now Christ, my Lord, is with me and will give

All that I need, mind set on things above.

 

Though new inside, I still am wrapped in rags.

I cling to them, though they bear scent of rot.

Such heavy garb! The weight of my sin drags.  

Pride surges fierce. My mind and heart are fraught.

 

I do not want to wear these graveclothes now.

Lord, strip the old and clothe me with the new.

I am your holy child and would know how 

To wear your robes of love, indwelt by you.

 

My life is yours. Make me your hands and feet

That others, too, might your redemption meet.