A thin white blanket covers the fields, hiding the
imperfections. The royal robes Jesus gives me covers me, though my
imperfections are still all too visible. My ungracious words reveal them. My
unkind actions. My failure to act. My critical thoughts. I can’t seem to keep
those royal robes on.
But I trust him to continue to help me. He never gives
up. He never abandons or leaves me. One
day I will see him face to face, and the royal robes, which I will never
deserve, will stay on, by his grace and mercy.
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