“What if I stretch out my arm and my fingertips

could feel the cloth that covers your body

and in my unworthiness

your

healing

found a home

in the fabric of my sinful past

and now willing heart

and hope

could bind me to you

and I could find shelter

in the swaddling garments of your love

and I could discover

my heart

dazzling white with newness

and what if I learn that I am clothed in such mercy

that I realize how to reach out to the naked and vulnerable

to dress them with justice and forgiveness

and house them in hope

because your healing

extends through every thread of my life

as I learn to wear your garment

that was tossed to the side in your empty tomb

that I now wear since I was washed in your waters of dying and rising

and you toweled me clean and wrapped me warm

and your garments will even cover my casket after my last breath

and I shall be at home in you

fully clad in tenderness and peace?”