There stands a girl in a bloody denim jacket
Claiming she has nothing to hide
Though obvious that is a lie, she stands her ground, watching her relationships die
A stain on the shoulder from the stab of insecurity
One in the chest from the jab of failure
The sleeves are drenched from whispers and blank stares
The back drips from a deep, infected gash of loneliness.
With a smile, shoulders back
There is nothing here to hide
He beckons her to take the jacket off, afraid of the cold, she declines
Please, He begs, the wounds need to be cleaned, not hidden
Then it will be true, you need not hide or hold it all in
She tearfully allows the jacket to be removed
And her blood-matted arms shiver with truth proved.
The water is clear; He beckons her in
Afraid of the existing cold, she vows never to dive or swim
Please, the blood needs to disappear- He pushes her in
Cold. Crystal. Clear.
The water washes away the stain, but cold she remains
The cuts burn with the truth of scorn, and healed they scar,
Finally awake to the burden they are.
Slowly she emerges, convulsing uncontrollably, shivering to the bone
She looks back, the water blood red,
A reminder of the price He already shed
A blanket awaits for when she reappears,
A reminder of the provision he promises for those he holds dear
Though comforted, cold she will stay
For the pains of loneliness do not easily decay.
Uncomfortable she lives, and cold turns mundane
Her friends quickly start to drift away
Shivering, she grips her blanket provided only by Him
Panicked, she rummages for her jacket of bloody denim
Crying out, the jacket is nowhere to be found
He calmly explains one clean does not need to hide shame
He points back to the bloody water, her life flies before her eyes.
How long has she drifted from Him
Hiding from the truth He carries with him
Now her friends walk away
She is forced to stare Him in the face
Man of Sorrows, acquainted with blood stains
He too was wrapped in shame
Burial clothes covered His face.
Triumphant He arose, though the scars remained
I look down at mine, and He says this is proof of all you’ve gained
The race is long, and I know how you hate to run
But take heart, for Glory is to come
The girl in the bloody denim jacket has re-become
Though friends may pass and loneliness seems to ever last
The cold will soon die away, along with the sad and all the mundane
Triumphant you will rise, scars will remain
But you will have a new name
One of victory and peace
Peace with the guy who never acknowledged your name
Peace with the girl who you constantly blame
Peace with the one who turned their back on you
And Peace with the person who you once knew
Uninvited you no longer will be
You were treasured long before you knew me
Fear will not rule you
Loneliness will not become you
My name is tattooed on your forehead, He proclaims
So look me in the eyes, refuse to take on shame
Embrace your scars and walk in the beauty they are.
The young girl awakes
Her jacket still on
She cries out for that new dawn
Scared, she takes the jacket off
She jumps in the water and looks Heavenward, though far-off
Tears run down her face as she feels the cold embrace
The girl in the bloody denim jacket is no more, that identity no longer has a place.