I was filthy,
covered in blood,
no water to wash me,
but he said “live.”
I was washed,
cleaned,
given jewels,
my nakedness was covered.
I was His,
beautifully dressed,
a crown on my head,
No flaw was in me.
But I trusted in my own beauty,
a prostitute I became,
idols I made,
sacrifices I poured out to false gods.
I degraded my body
giving to what could not fill me,
never to be satisfied,
emptied myself for no return.
I looked for people in need of my favors,
no one wanted them,
they turned against me,
your jealous anger burned.
My fine clothes were torn,
jewelry removed,
heart broken,
Nothing remained but nakedness.
I was filthy,
shamed,
poor and needy,
broken and bare for all to see.
I had nothing left,
in my unfaithfulness
I lost sight of you.
But you were there,
full of faithfulness,
to cover me again.
I was only ever satisfied in you alone.
Inspired by ezekiel 16. Read it.
I wrote this a while ago, but it seems that the repeating theme of my life is looking for satisfaction in places it will never be found. I put a lot of thought into why I do this and I realize that maybe I know Jesus, but I don’t really know Him. I haven’t yet fallen in love with Him the way He passionately longs for me. However, It’s a process, and the more I fall in love with Him, the more nothing else makes sense but Him.
I’m done begging and demanding the attention of the world that longs to destroy me, when my redeemer and my true love never took His eyes off me.
