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