And I was afraid,
Feeling naked,
So I hid myself.
The shame of my sin
Was like death;
Thus, I buried it away,
Hoping it might be unknown,
Or, at least forgotten;
But like a horror story
It lives within me,
This rotting
Manifestation
Of my flesh.
It gnaws at my soul,
Desiring to spread death
Everywhere it goes.
Left uncovered
It will live to torment
All that I am
Until it buries me.
For that reason
God sent His Son;
Believing in Him
Takes me across the divide
From death unto life.
And even when I hide
He calls out,
“Where are you?
“Return to me
“And let us
“Enjoy intimacy.”
Let me now live
In that reality,
Refusing to remain
In fear, hiding, and death,
Confessing my need for,
and faith in, Him.
Vibrant with joy
For the call He has given me,
Lord, let me rest with assurance
And passion at Your feet
Eternally.
Amen.