For God can see within my heart and flesh,
He can see our nakedness our exposed sin,
For when and Adam and Eve walked in the garden of Eden,
They came to a fig tree with the rich sweet purple fruit,
With pink seeded flesh, and reached upward to the red branches of the tree,
And took from its thin praying limbs green leaves etched with thin golden veins,
And together they sown themselves coverings to hide their nakedness
But the Lord found them still bare because they could not cover their sin with fig leaves,
They adulterated their innocence, they were impure upon their heart,
As that of the shriveled and withered peel of a spoiled fig,
Rebellious impurity had come and polluted their flesh in the darkness of sin,
And before God they stood naked and bare,
Even with their weak coverings sowed by the leaves,
And only could the dear Lord cover them, and all of Man,
He took the soft pelt of a wild animal and then clothed them to hide their exposed skin,
But on their own they only wore tattered rags that could not cover what they had done,
And long since came the one who clothed us, for God can only cover our sin,
For when God sent the one Who bruised the serpent's head with His strong heel,
And crushed the snake's bones under His bronze glowing feet, and they had shattered,
For we were bit at the heel so many times,
But the Lamb came and clothed my naked skin with His velvet fleece,
For you can go under the surface of the blue curling ocean,
But its waves hemmed with laced linen foam couldn't wash you,
You could go to burning alters and leave a pure white feathered dove as an offering,
And that won't make you holy in your flesh,
You have till your very final hollow breath,
As you lay heaving and gasping for blowing air,
And even if then you repent to the LORD God,
The only way to above those silk hemmed clouds is through the Lamb,
The Lamb of the golden mane Lion, God, who sent Him for us,
He knocks gently at our hinged door,
Are heart could be mended with iron thread and golden stitches through Him,
He was nailed to a wooden cross,
His arms bonded outward as if to fly away to the folds of the dim blue sly,
His feet grappled by pulling threaded ropes below Him,
And thorns taken from soft red roses, were twined together as a crown of mockery,
This is how He, the Lamb clothed me with His velvet white fleece,
If I cover myself with sown fig leaves,
If I even do all I can to bring the suffering up from their knees,
I won't find a way to above the stars,
For our Savior's death was eternal life for us,
He broke a binding that held upon humans souls,
When the Lamb was rested in a cold gray tomb,
And a stone placed across the entrance of His grave,
His body did not corrupt to dust,
His linen white robes did not fade to earth,
His flesh did not melt off His bone,
Instead His eyes opened after the third day,
Breath kissed His lungs,
His dying gasps, were our living breaths,
For He came and then as prophesized in Genesis,
In the early dawn of time,
In the garden of Eden, one Man would crush the head of the serpent,
After we were bitten at the heel so many times,
And as I have stood naked and bare,
Trying to cover myself with laced garments of silk,
I can't, for God can still see my polluted heart and my enrobed sin,
But He sent us a Man greater than Man,
A Man more brilliant than white feathered angels,
He sent me a blue green eyed Lamb to clothe me with His velvet fleece,
For only He can cover my naked sin and save me from my wrath and shame.
Happy Birthday Jesus!
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