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STRIPPED NAKED



I wrote this about 2 years ago, but I'm finding myself in a similar place and wanted to "re-share"...I've been really wrestling with a lot of issues, sins and hurts that I've had buried WAY beneath the surface, and as I've been married, they've been bubbling out.  I have had to deal with everything, as when you are joined with someone as one, you can't really "escape."  As the Lord is stripping me lies I've believe, sins I've avoided and idols I've been clutching...I've been exhausted but...HEALING.  Growing.  I am both loving and *trying* to not resist the Lord's work.  This all being said...now...



STRIPPED NAKED

I am found cold, shaking
My feet lift one by one
off the shivering ground.

I need that ring, please!
It will show my accomplishments
the world must know.

You took my last comfort, why?
I wanted that purse
to carry my insecurities in.

You destroyed my shoes!
The world awaits me
Time will not hold still.

And what about my jacket?
Surely you know my condition
I am weak, and need relief.

I take pleasure in food, you know this!
My stomach, once a round marble
is now exposed, empty.

My hair, a brilliant sheen
For what purpose have you made it dull?
I have to be beautiful!

Wait, please stop!
My pride, now this has gone too far
I am not the fool.

The ground is now groaning
It's not for me
You mean it's for you?

All I deemed important
you have taken away from me!
And here I am, stripped naked.

Perhaps I have missed something?
From dust I came
Spoken to life by your breath.

I must return to you
You want me, all of me
My possessions were cumbersome.

And now, bare and alone
I come before you
I desire one thing.

Come, clothe me in your love
There is work to do
My treasures are in your kingdom. 

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