Here I am the unmarked
And “I am naked, ”
Yet not naked.
Because I am always baked
By Him who has baked
All that I have
All that I do not have.
For him I alone live
Though none knows I live;
That “nothing shows I live.”
I live
And before I leave,
Through Jesus Christ I believe
I have to make a mark.
But, I am naked
Yet they are all naked
Who were unmarked;
Adam and Eve were better naked
Than dressed
So I am so glad
To be naked but baked
In the likeness of Him who has baked
All that I see and have never seen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem