[www.keralites.net] The Onion

Wednesday, 23 May 2012

[www.keralites.net] The Onion

The Onion

I was an onion before Christ set me free.

Layers upon layers of iniquity.

An ugly old onion whose fragrance was strong,

That my Jesus bought and loved all along.

Unknown to me what He going to do.

Of what He was planning , I had not a clue.

Pulling each layer off one by one.

In order to make me more like Jesus the Son.

The first layer wasn't so bad.

I saw all the sins that I knew I had.

They were easy to fix , just change the way

I talk and learn more of how He ,

wanted me to walk.

Reading His Word, and learning again,

How to put aside my life sin.

But the next layer was pulled which hurt more.

He was getting closer to the core.

Unknown what He would find there.

I simply gave it to Him in prayer.

As another kayer was removed,

He started to cry;

Pulling this layer brought pain to my Father,

on High.

And I was crying over the sadness I felt;

The brokeness and all of the guilt.

Past memories that I thought were gone;

They were buried under layers disguised in,

a fragrance so strong,

As onions peel more and more;

And they put tears in our eyes as we get close,

to the core So my Father wept over my pain;

Giving me a balm of comfort and ,

strenght to sustain.

"No More Layers,

"I would scream. As He continued to peel them,

off me, "I'll have nothing but a worthless,

core to you".

But he just said Trust me and continued to peel,

I was sure He was blinded to my pain that,

was so real, Year after years I shrunk more,

and more until all that was left of this,

onion was a core.

It was then that I began to understand;

As the Lord embraced me in His loving hand,

He said now and only now can you be;

The Creation that will minister before me.

Clothed with the rightousness only from,

above;Gone are your layer of self so you can,

filled with my love, He took away layers of sin,

hurt and pain and clothed me with love,

truth and mercy in His Name.

Yes , we are all onions, learning with each day;

How to overcome as each layer is taken away,

Some layers tear and pull at our heart;

While others grieve us to our innermost part.

But we are nothing but an ugly onion without

Christ.

Layers upon layers of pride, sin and strife.

Only God can take those layers away.

And clothe is with His righteousness in that,

final day...

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Wednesday, 23 May 2012

[www.keralites.net] The Onion

The Onion

I was an onion before Christ set me free.

Layers upon layers of iniquity.

An ugly old onion whose fragrance was strong,

That my Jesus bought and loved all along.

Unknown to me what He going to do.

Of what He was planning , I had not a clue.

Pulling each layer off one by one.

In order to make me more like Jesus the Son.

The first layer wasn't so bad.

I saw all the sins that I knew I had.

They were easy to fix , just change the way

I talk and learn more of how He ,

wanted me to walk.

Reading His Word, and learning again,

How to put aside my life sin.

But the next layer was pulled which hurt more.

He was getting closer to the core.

Unknown what He would find there.

I simply gave it to Him in prayer.

As another kayer was removed,

He started to cry;

Pulling this layer brought pain to my Father,

on High.

And I was crying over the sadness I felt;

The brokeness and all of the guilt.

Past memories that I thought were gone;

They were buried under layers disguised in,

a fragrance so strong,

As onions peel more and more;

And they put tears in our eyes as we get close,

to the core So my Father wept over my pain;

Giving me a balm of comfort and ,

strenght to sustain.

"No More Layers,

"I would scream. As He continued to peel them,

off me, "I'll have nothing but a worthless,

core to you".

But he just said Trust me and continued to peel,

I was sure He was blinded to my pain that,

was so real, Year after years I shrunk more,

and more until all that was left of this,

onion was a core.

It was then that I began to understand;

As the Lord embraced me in His loving hand,

He said now and only now can you be;

The Creation that will minister before me.

Clothed with the rightousness only from,

above;Gone are your layer of self so you can,

filled with my love, He took away layers of sin,

hurt and pain and clothed me with love,

truth and mercy in His Name.

Yes , we are all onions, learning with each day;

How to overcome as each layer is taken away,

Some layers tear and pull at our heart;

While others grieve us to our innermost part.

But we are nothing but an ugly onion without

Christ.

Layers upon layers of pride, sin and strife.

Only God can take those layers away.

And clothe is with His righteousness in that,

final day...

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