a poem by: carole l.haines
Birthmarks of His Love and Grace
Elora C. Seniah
aka Carole L. Haines
Like wounds that we constantly pick at
yet strive to cover with sleeves or make-up
with “busyness for Christ,”
with the right rituals, the right words
Desperately trying to hide who we used to be
and afraid that we still are
Feeling naked we grab for useless fig leaves
to cover up our private lives
when the Sacrificed Lamb has shed His blood
as an offering of the Robe of His Righteousness
and with this He clothes us
and He applies the wine of His Word
and the Oil of the Spirit
And Worship flows forth as a cleansing stream
carrying me to His River of Dreams
His plans, His will, His ways for me
I now have scars where wounds used to be
and as I leave them alone and yield them to Him
They become healing marks
Birthmarks of His love and Grace
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