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Jesus Is Stripped of His Garments
The pain of your scourging explodes again;
They're pulling at your garments, Lord.
Now you have nothing left,
Not even the familiar feel of your own clothes.
Lord, I like to have things of my own.
I don't like to give them up.
I don't even want others to use them.
They complicate life a bit, but I don't mind that.
I know they separate me from others,
Especially from those who don't have things.
Sometimes they separate me from You, too, Lord.
But I have already given up so much.
Can't I keep a few things for myself?
Lord, I can't give them up.
Please take them from me - gently.