We all have skeletons in our closets
Of untold sins we hang about.
We only share what we want others to see
But leave the others for others doubt.
Skeleton bones hanging on their hangers
Bleached white with the ones of black.
Those are the ones we don’t care to think or talk about
They are the ones we’ve pushed to our closets far back.
But God sees what is hanging there
God sees what you’ve not really cared to share.
He wants us to surrender our all
So He can start our life’s repair.
I’d suggest you get into your closets
And get ALL of those skeletons out.
Giving them to God in total surrender
Getting all of your skeletons out!
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem