If We Were a Body

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I wrote this, then I asked God to show me where I lack love…And He did.

If We Were a Body

If we were a Body–
No part unnecessary
None worthy of being overlooked–
Would she still sit
Isolated in the crowd
Craving
a touch
a smile
a glance that says…
“I notice you”
If we’re a Body?

If we were His Workmanship–
One great Temple
Established on a living Cornerstone
Fitted together
Chiseled, scraped and smoothed just so
And meant to be a Beautiful Place
A Holy Temple welcoming the Glory of God–
Would this little one be
Judged too ugly to fit within the
Beautiful framework intended for God’s dwelling
Left out
Wanting only to feel part of a whole–
If we were His workmanship?

If we were His Bride–
Redeemed from the slave market
Dressed in a robe of His making
Perfected in His love–
Would she still see herself
Soiled and ashamed?
Yearning to be welcomed
To the Groom’s banquet table
But feeling
Unwashed
Unloveable
Unworthy–
If we were His Bride?

If we were a Family–
Adopted as longed-for children
Chosen, not born
Inheritance freely shared
By the only One with any right to
His Glorious Riches–
Would a little brother
Beg for scraps under the table
Like an unwanted orphan
From an unclean land–
If we were a Family?

If He were our Peace–
Making One from many
The Reconciled from the Separate
Bringing near those of us who were far away–
Would their faces still be
Pressed against the glass
Looking from the outside
Treated as strangers…
“Who are They?”
“What do you think They want?”
“Maybe if we’re quiet, They’ll go away”
If He were our Peace?

If we really were His Body–
Built up and connected by
Blood and Tears
Nourished with the Bread of Life
Washed in Living Water–
Would they feel overlooked
Passed over
Desperately longing for an invitation…
“Stop and stay”
“Eat and drink”
“Rest and grow”
…that never seems to come?–

If we really were His Body?

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