The glory of the "FALL"

I am clothed in filth.

I wear my sin like an inheritance.

Always fighting to be right, ever defending what amounts to nothing. Getting angry at giving in. Growing weary with doing good & hiding my selfish motives.

But is it possible?

Is it possible thatI could be set ablaze. Radiant in my true colors. Glowing against the darkness of my past sin. Made perfect in the beauty of the "fall". Glorious!

Living in the wonder of waiting to be made new.