The little Christ



I’m dressing up like Christ today


I’m walking out the door


I don’t quite fit inside his skin


I’m lacking so much more



Outside you see this humble soul


That cares and gives and loves


Inside, alas, so much is bad


It’s stained, it takes and shoves



Each day I put this costume on


To do the things He’d do


I walk the walk, I talk the talk


Yet, things still show right through



But every day I put him on,


I feel a bit more sure,


As passes time, the thing I find


His being covers more



I wonder if I shrink to fit


The skin he let me wear


Or if it grows to cover those


Places that I’m so bare



But what I’ve found, as time winds down


My image shines so bright


For by his power, in my last hour


He seals me with his might.



Less of me, and more of Christ!



© 2007 Jediah Logiodice