Long dress… CHECK!
Natural Hair… CHECK!
I have on my CHURCH CLOTHES!
On the outside I look really Christian,
Like Judas- Everyone thinks my walk with Christ is real,
Deceiving myself with all these legalistic rules…
My lips- constantly talking about God when my heart is far from His truth,
Chasing after my flesh, idolizing my foolish desires…
A gluttony- am so full of myself…
Desperately clothing my physical when my spirit man is robbed of his garment,
I stand ashamed, naked in God's sight…
Like Adam I seem to have traded in my relationship with my Father for that apple called religion…
Every Sunday I warm the church pews,
Masking my flaws with fake smiles,
Covering my blemishes with a few good deeds,
Offering my hypocritical works to God when all He seeks is my heart and soul..
My heart filled with selfish desires, suffocating on greed,
My prayers are always about “I NEED” “I WANT”
Its true when they say- Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks…
My heart clogged with so much un-forgiveness,
Like cholesterol it is diseased, rejecting the blood of Christ to wash through me and set me free…
Yes, my physical looks so good, am so burnt on approval from the eyes that watch me,
I have forgotten that I was created to worship and please only god and him alone…
My pride wont allow me to do a HEART CHECK,
I would rather tell God of how am a better Christian than most church folk than humbly acknowledge my desperate need for forgiveness and repentance,
I despise His reproach when His word clearly tells me he reproofs those he loves..
I am a modern day Pharisee- Quick to remove a speck in my neighbor's eye while a log grows in mine..
So judgmental- I am trying to play God… Have I forgotten that all have fallen short of God's glory?
I would rather hold on to every gift with a tight grip forgetting that I am blessed to bless,
I am called to serve…
This is what makes me immodest,
This is why am undressed and ashamed before God…
I say I am called to be just like Christ but here I am,
Holding onto un-forgiveness,
Keeping every blessing to myself,
Judging others like am the ultimate judge,
Too proud to acknowledge my iniquity,
Seeking approval from man while chocking on hypocrisy…
Lord Jesus- Give me a HEART CHECK!
Forgive my Iniquity and heal my sick heart,
Remove what is not pleasing before your sight,
Take away my CHURCH CLOTHES and clothe me with TRUTH CLOTHES,
Transplant within me a new tailor made heart…
Teach me to die to self and live for you alone…
Proverbs 4:23 Teach me to daily do a HEART CHECK!
Copyright © Trinity Nsofwa | Year Posted 2016
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