Truth Packed

"...whoever loves me, will keep my commandments, and My Father
will love him, and we will come to him and make our dwelling with
him." John 14:23

Father,

Sin is tasteless,
It dines off a barren table
In an empty room; but
The chairs! Yes, the chairs!
O so inviting.

Not so Jesus, not so His Word; for,
As sin is so hollow and draining,
So His Word is full and brimming.
Truth packed, not tangled.

He is The Truth.
He is His Word.

And,
He will home within my soul,
With You and the Holy Spirit;
That is, if I let Him.

How?
By stepping into His Cloth --
The Cloth of family,
The Cloth of richness, that is,
Dress my soul with His Words.

Not by stepping into sin's rags --
The rags of hunger,
The rags of beggary, that is,
Dress in sin's squalor.

Father,

I pray
That the fire on my soul's hearth
Not flame out, and
You Three-In-One God
Warm with me by this fire.