That’s how my closet will look in heaven.
It will be short and to the point
because it will be Simple,
And it will stay that way. Forever.
That’s what I’m doing in my room today.
Sorting, pitching, folding, organizing.
A taste of heaven
that I’m pretty sure will be gone by next week.
That’s the distance I am from glory
in my closet,
Not to mention my heart.
Thoughts, hurts, grudges, sin:
clear them out, box ’em up, send ’em off–I can’t.
what you’ve started in my heart, God.
Though I test Your patience
Even still You promise rest.