by Moya Boardman
2007
She wears her pain like a garment, that covers & protects
She makes the fashion statement
“This is what I am”
As yet…….
His sickness drapes like a scarf, coiled around his neck
Tastefully arranged to advantage
Of what he has
He’ll make the best
Tears glisten - dangling from her ears
And fall - like a necklace round her throat
“There’s no way out of this
I’ll make do with what I have”
What will you do when He comes to disrobe you
Exposing whats underneath
Will you hang tightly to your garments
As the only YOU you know?
Will you let Him change the world around you
Bring you squinting into the sun (Son)
Will you risk through the pain
Through sun & rain
To be who He says you are?
When He’s taken off the coat & scarf
And the jewellery is all laid down
It comes as a slow recognition
That you’re not naked at all
There are layers upon layers
And what you thought was skin
Is an illusion of your own making
Dissolved by the King
2007
She wears her pain like a garment, that covers & protects
She makes the fashion statement
“This is what I am”
As yet…….
His sickness drapes like a scarf, coiled around his neck
Tastefully arranged to advantage
Of what he has
He’ll make the best
Tears glisten - dangling from her ears
And fall - like a necklace round her throat
“There’s no way out of this
I’ll make do with what I have”
What will you do when He comes to disrobe you
Exposing whats underneath
Will you hang tightly to your garments
As the only YOU you know?
Will you let Him change the world around you
Bring you squinting into the sun (Son)
Will you risk through the pain
Through sun & rain
To be who He says you are?
When He’s taken off the coat & scarf
And the jewellery is all laid down
It comes as a slow recognition
That you’re not naked at all
There are layers upon layers
And what you thought was skin
Is an illusion of your own making
Dissolved by the King
