Barren branches, arms raised high.
Standing tall, proud,
unashamed.
The mystery of interwoven
limbs is slowly revealed,
exposed to eyes and elements
as leaves are sacrificed and fall to the ground,
securing new life to come.
Another tree, lush with blossom, fruit and leaves,
holding its own secrets of good and evil.
One fruit, plucked and eaten
opens the floodgates of guilt.
Leaves cannot cover
the shame exposed.
The day has cooled, yet guilt lingers on.
Hiding, blaming, desperately lying.
What can be done?
Hopeless, destitute,
a price must be paid.
Death enters paradise
as an animal is killed.
Innocent blood is shed and garments of skin crafted
to cover shame;
a shadow of what will someday come
as a curse is coupled with a promise.
Swaddling clothes now cover the promise,
yet one day His garments will be ripped off,
His innocent blood shed,
broken body wrapped in the shroud of death.
All that I might stand tall before Him,
secure in the hope of new life.
Arms raised high,
baring my soul,
exposed yet without shame
because Christ has covered me.
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