Robe of Eternity

Filthy rags
Hang from my bones,
In my gnarled fingers
To my neck
I clutch them tight,
And though I choke
I won't let go.

Now stands His cross

Stabbed deep in the earth
That calls my name.
Now pours His blood
Filling the hole
That wants my shame.

Now speaks His voice:

"Give those to me,
Wear mine the same."
And now they hang
Upon the nails of death
Far away from me,
And to my neck
I clutch instead
His robe of eternity.

Jeremiah 29:11
Isaiah 64:6
Romans 3:10
John 3:16

See this poem @ His Newsman

by J Alan R
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