The torrent was that of a grey sleeve,
It fell to fit gracefully,
The wet fabric falling fitfully;
Never stopping to breath.
Then came the scissor’s cut!
A sliver blade ripping through,
Cutting into the dark hue;
Never considering its seam.
Now at storms end they cleave,
Coloring the suit perfectly,
All who see cower lowly;
Amazed at God’s colorful team.
For our sin is undercut,
Because of His unblemished grace,
And in the presence of His face;
Wearing the coat of many colors, we will be redeemed!
© 2012 db
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