Preparing to Face the Lord

Preparing to face the Lord
An angel gave me a quilt
It showed my life and lore
It was ragged...I felt my guilt

My trials and sins left it threadbare
Lacking wealth...there was no gold
I would to hide...rather than share
Others had beauty, to behold

My gaze dropped down to the ground
As I held my quilt up to the light
I peeked and gasped at what I found
For I saw an image of Jesus Christ

From every hole burst forth the outline
Of the Savior in Gethsemane
All the pain He bore... that was mine
Now shone bright and majestically

Each point of light was when I prayed
Stepped aside and let Him in
And what might have been sin filled and stained
Had been washed in His blood till it was thin

A quilt made for comfort
Born of experience
Glory be to the Savior
For saving...even in the wilderness

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