There’s something very deceiving about shoes
The way they place urgency in mind
Checks at feet
Persuading us to “Just Do it”
Giving New Balance
Providing Keen sense
Making converts as we converse over Converse above Jordans
Feeling as if we can defy laws of Gravity
Athletically or socially
And apparel tells lies for body as they lie on body
Crafting a false sense of protection
Reflecting a lack or abundance of style
We tie passion into shoes
Embed character into seams of clothing
But what good is it?
To decorate flawed flesh and brittle bones with bountiful fabrics
When the most brilliant crafter
Who intelligently designed man in Genesis
Sees through us better than any X Ray
Surpassing sonograms by revealing our Spirit’s deepest cries
Our fabricated facade figuratively illustrates our
Illness
A sickness that can’t be covered by clothes, culture, or clever lingo
This virus can only be terminated
By a Physician labeled as out-dated
Sin Animorphs us
Turning beauties to beasts
Shifting beast against beauty
But our animosity doesn’t intimidate him
For He’s a warm hearted shepherd
Raising temp within cold blooded creatures
Transforming serpents to sheep
Shearing shame away
Yet we run astray
In hopes to stay
Within darkened, discolored coats
Fearful of being black sheep amongst peeps
But when has anything truly stood out and fit in?
These hems and seams that seem to esteem are pipe dreams
Sealing sole satisfaction within temporary fashion
But passion is fastened when we strip away rags for something everlasting
Replacing holy jeans for holy genes
And footwear for feet bare
Undisguised, revealing what’s true
I’m not talking clothes and soles
But how you clothe your soul
For a glass can glimmer on the outside
Yet be stain stricken within
So a vessel can appear clean like teeth to fluoride
Yet be plaque plagued inside
Covering insecurities won’t eradicate impurities
But a Lord long ago left his throne
To be stripped to bone
By whips, tails, and thorns
And hung naked in anguish
So that we could be adorned
Stamping us like the blood stained doors of Egypt
Sealing peace within envelopes of His Love
To deliver us from evil
God desires to leave His burning love upon hearts
Like scorching iron, searing flesh when landed
Assuring us that no matter our transgressions
Our identity shall be indubitably
Branded
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