Just Doing a Little Lent

Just Doing a Little Lent

 

The Lord is my dwelling place; I'm just visiting this world. 

He is my home; I'm just passing through this wasteland. 

He clothes me in His righteousness; I'm just borrowing this skin. 

He upholds me; I'm just lent this skeleton. 

He is my strength; I'm just doing some temporary lifting.

He is my redemption; I'm just redeeming time these days.

He is my eternal life; I'm just living one day at a time. 

He is my holiness. 

"May I be holy, as You are holy." 

All I Need to Hold

Well, I hold some things in a grip;

Turns out, they hold me! I admit.

So, I extend my tightened fist,

Willing, nervous, I take the risk;

He reaches for my hands with His,

Kisses each finger with holy lips;

He searches my eyes, and I close my own,

"May I," He pleads, "unfold your palms?"

I meet His eyes and nod consent,

He loosens my fingers stiff and bent.

I look to see what I held there,

"Lord!" I say, "My palms are bare!"

"All you need to hold is this;"

He smiles and places my hand onto His.

written by: Carolyn-Elizabeth Roehrig