I made a Beautiful Garment
A tapestry, if you will
It was finely woven
Wonderfully intricate in detail
With My Signature
Blazoned upon it
But it was cast off
It would not be worn
People made their observations
And all found fault
One after another tried it on
They would look this way and that
In the mirror
But did not see what they had hoped

They wanted a garment

That made them look the hero

The famous one

The smart one

The beautiful one

The tall one

The wise one

All to call attention 

To themselves

Many a year

The Garment lie in a heap

Waiting . . .

Waiting for its true owner

The humble

Contrite

Loving

Kind

Truthful

Righteous

And then despite

Its longevity as a status symbol

Children gathered beneath

The Garment as it laid upon the ground

These children found warmth

Provision

Hope

And none sought

A look in the mirror

For it was not about them

It was never about the one

Who wears the Garment

Never

But it is too late for this discovery

Of those who have already tried it on

The Father looks with love upon

The children gathered 

Beneath the Bride's Garment

And He knows

That it will be worn well

Through the end of time

“Gather round, children

While this earth shakes and cracks

The fires blaze

The smoke never really clearing

So that man can SEE 

As he was meant to SEE

But the children . . .

YES, the children

I will open their eyes 

I will touch their hearts

I will cleanse these scraggly ones

With the Blood of My Son

And what we will have

In these end times

Are two things:

The death of those who thought themselves

Better than the Cloak

And those who have been quickened and cleansed

To wear the Cloak unto

A Righteous Walk

That brings the knowledge of God

Across and throughout 

This swollen with pride, contemptuous world

Hearken, children!

I AM your Shelter

I Am the Feast for the hungry

I Am the Clothes you will wear

I Am that Throb, that Mighty Pulse

Of your heart

That resounds with Truth

I AM your EVERYTHING!

Draw close

As this earth is shaken to its core

Those famous buildings of false piety

Brought low and destroyed

Gather unto Me

And I will prepare you to wear the Cloak

This night, darkness comes

In a new way

And many, most

Will no longer remember

The light they have seen

It will be as if they never

Laid their eyes upon it

Darkness, come!

You stand as the Judgment

Over a people

Who refused to wear, to clothe

Themselves with Truth, Pure Beauty

And Righteousness

Darkness, consume

What will never be Mine

FATHER GOD

God presides in the great assembly;

He renders Judgment among the “gods”:

“How long will You defend the unjust

and show partiality to the wicked?

Defend the weak and the fatherless;

uphold the cause of the poor and the oppressed.

Rescue the weak and the needy;

deliver them from the hand of the wicked.

“The ‘gods’ know nothing, they understand nothing.

They walk about in darkness;

all the foundations of the earth are shaken.

“I said, ‘You are “gods”;

you are all sons of the Most High.’

But you will die like mere mortals;

you will fall like every other ruler.”

Rise up, O God, judge the earth,

for all the nations are your inheritance.

Psalm 82