Preparing the Heart: To Wear Our Skin



To wear our skin
is to know our frailty:
our bruises and callouses,
our sunburns and warts,
our tears and our bleeding,
our spasming backs,
and toothaches.

To pulse within our hearts
is to know our temptation
for self-promotion,
knowing our desire
to fill our own emptiness
rather than love and serve others first.

To inhabit our souls
you have humbled yourself
to pull together
our million broken pieces,
becoming the adhesive
to glue us back whole,
loving us by becoming us
as we crumble to dust.




Humble and Human, willing to bend You are
Fashioned of flesh and the fire of life, You are
Not too proud to wear our skin
To know this weary world we’re in
Humble, humble Jesus

Humble in sorrow, You gladly carried Your cross
Never refusing Your life to the weakest of us
Not too proud to bear our sin
To feel this brokenness we’re in
Humble, humble Jesus

We bow our knees
We must decrease
You must increase
We lift You high

Humble in greatness, born in the likeness of man
Name above all names, holding our world in Your hands
Not too proud to dwell with us, to live in us, to die for us
Humble, humble Jesus

We bow our knees
We must decrease
You must increase
We lift You high

We bow our knees
We must decrease
You must increase
We lift You high

We lift you high

You are humble
Make me humble like You
We lift You high
~Audrey Assad



2 thoughts on “Preparing the Heart: To Wear Our Skin

  1. Your thoughts, Emily, are especially poignant, I think because they inherently necessitate that we look inward at what His whole earthly journey from newborn helpless infant to His torn body splayed naked on a tree and left to die a slow death was (and is) all about:

    – the miracle, the purpose, the reality of the Incarnation itself
    – His ministry as Godhead made human and the rejection He suffered therefrom (as we, too, as witnesses and disciples, may be asked to endure)
    – what he brought to us through His teaching and His lived example
    – what He ask of us: moving from the safety of being a darling dependent baby to accepting the carrying and dying on ‘a Cross.’
    (as Hamlet mused, “Aye, there’s the rub!”)

    We cannot forget nor try to erase either image. We must remember and accept both.
    Because He showed us the way.
    Because He awaits us at the end of our Journey, arms outstretched to receive us, His most precious children.


  2. God the Son has filled my thoughts this season–thinking, thinking–of what it meant for Him to descend to us. This post is a treasure. (Are the first words yours, Emily?) In looking for an index card on which to copy the words, I found an Amy Carmichael poem I had previously copied. It complements your words as well as those of the beautiful song by Audrey Assad.

    All One Way

    There is no fear in love,
    So we draw near;
    Thy perfect love, O Lord,
    Has cast out fear.

    As wheat before the wind
    Bends all one way,
    So would we bow before
    Thy wind today.

    Our several choices, Lord,
    We would forgo:
    Breath of the living God
    O great Wind blow.

    Amy Carmichael


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