The Blankets of My Jesus
Jesus, You left the comforts of Heaven
forsaking the throne for a feeding trough.
You needed a comfort blanket
to stay warm through the night.
Kissable cheeks of flesh
Totally God, Totally Man
Growing, you left the comfort blanket
to follow the heavenly Father’s voice.
You stooped to earth
healing some on blankets
proving your deity
one touch at a time.
Your obedience led to a beating, undeserved
No blanket, just a purple robe of mockery.
Then stripped naked, ashamed, you hung for me
while those gambled for your clothes at the base of the tree.
Torn flesh, your blood running down
You became my sin, a blanket for my shame.
When death laughed in your face
You faced the Father’s judgment
And powerfully rose
To mock death’s sting
Even today, I need your blanket of grace
To comfort me ‘til I see you again