Poem -

Skeletons in my closet

Yesternight I was sitting
Sitting and thinking
"My closet is full,
what am I to do?
I'm so ashamed to open it
I don't want the skeletons in it to be revealed
What an embarrassment it would be
Rather keep it closed
That would be best" I thought

Then suddenly I heard a voice:
"Let go my child, open the closet
Let all old skeletons fall out
Let them be exposed so the healing process may begin
Let people see what is in there
I will personally deal with your shame
When I'm done with you my child,
The world will know that I am God
Through my majesty, all skeletons of your past are gone
I, yes I your father will make them disappear
No shame will define your future
No iniquity will claim your nature
No hell will await your failure
I will deal with it all
I am the lamb of God that was slainĀ 
So your iniquities maybe forgiven
I did it all for you, indeed it was just for you
So let me mend your open wounds
I'm here to heal your soul
Open the closet my child
And let me get rid of all those skeletons."

And here I was, suddenly filled with courage
I stood on my two feet and opened the closet
And I was surprised to see my closet clean
All skeletons of my past where gone
My closet is clean
Yes my heart is clean
I can lead a clean life
I stood amazed, amazed by his grace.
Thank you Jesus!
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