This isn't in the physical sense, but a spiritual thing... |
So as I looked into the mirror, I asked myself, “Why should I be naked?” What should compel me to bare it all? Is it because I can? Is it because everyone else is doing it? Is it because I feel inadequate? Alone? Rejected? Unloved? Then I thought, “We’re born naked.” We start out naked; we’re made that way. But I’m not sure that we’re made naked just so we can take off all our clothes In front of each other. Really, being naked is the first step toward God. Being naked before God isn’t a glorious thing. It’s being vulnerable, exposed, humbled, and disgusting to look at With nowhere else to go. But if God is as gracious and merciful as He says He is, Won’t He look upon my nakedness and say, “Live”? As He passes by my pathetic state, wouldn’t He stop to pick up the Unclean, bloody, helpless, bastard newborn that I am And say, “Live”? Do you want to be naked? To look up to God face to face And be blown away by His grace Toward me. Toward you. And then He cleanses me and puts me in finest clothes Of gold and white, royalty-like As I grow and am formed in His image Gradually until that day When innumerable multitudes Of a called, chosen, and faithful few Stand in joyful anticipation Representing a righteous nation All clothed in gold and white Radiating like a million suns shine bright And they throw palm branches His way As they hail the King endlessly An eternal reality beyond the wildest fantasy Do you want to be naked? |