Several years ago,
Like several ‘several years ago’,
Man sinned and fell short
They became naked
God gave animal skins as cloths
And from generation to generation
The definition of those skins has changed
Today it could be a 3-piece Dicato suit,
Or a polo t-shirt on a wrangler jean
A Caribbean Skirt with a fitted top,
Or a deeper-life styled attire
They were ashamed
So they hid themselves
Today, man’s hideout has changed from trees
These days, he hides under many things
A nicely fit hair cut
Many filters on instagram
Make-ups, and full facial make-overs
But it’s still all the same
Inadequate clothing
Inadequate identity
Inadequate hideouts
Until one is clothed with glory
The glory of the only begotten
Clothed with divinity
Clothed with life
Clothed with Love
Clothed with God
The best part of us is not in the physical,
In what is seen,
But in what we are clothed in
On the inside.
For appearance is fickle. .
For we are not like them
Whose confidence is in the flesh
We wear same designer shirts
Cut same hairstyles
Wear same make-ups and colonge
But don’t get it twisted
For as He is, so we are in this world
I am theimisiOluwa; I am clothed with God.
Happy Sunday