A Coat of Many Colors

A Coat of Many Colors

This poem came to me one quiet morning during a moment of meditation. Suddenly, across the screen of my imagination, flashed a brightly colored robe . . . a token of Jacob’s love for his son, Joseph. This robe symbolized a position of honor and esteem. I wish I had known a father’s love like that, I sighed. Suddenly, like a gentle breeze, the cloak of God’s love wrapped around me, reminding me that I am precious to Him. All the finest and brightest treasures of this world pale in comparison to God’s unfailing, unchanging, unconditional love for humankind!

With loving care and tenderness

My Father made for me

A coat of many colors

For all the world to see

He didn’t have to tell me

I saw it in His face

This coat of many colors

Must ever be worn with grace

Threads of pure gold proclaim His birth

Purple, His royal descent

Stripes of snow white and patches of blue

Proclaim His purity, honor, and strength.

And to complete His glorious masterpiece

He trimmed it all in red

Proclaiming the cross at Calvary

Upon which His blood was shed.

Father, thank you for your wondrous gift

So precious rich and free

For the coat of many colors

You have made for me

And lest in arrogance I wear your gift

Forgetting from Whom it came

Remind me of the price you paid

To cover my guilt My sin

My shame



Author: Sandi Staton

So, I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to describe myself to you, and these are the words jumping up and down in my heart: I'm just a simple human being living in a complicated, messed-up world. I speak my mind. I love hard. My feelings run deep. When push comes to shove, I stand my ground. Sometimes I push back. Sometimes I walk away. I've surfed the crashing waves of life that threatened to destroy me only to make me stronger. I bear the scars of emotional rape, sadness, and depression. I've walked the golden streets of churches and religion only to be disappointed time and time again. And as a result, it's taken me seventy-five years to get where I'm sitting today; a sinner saved by grace through the blood of Jesus Christ. I fell at the cross. I repented of my sins, and Jesus saved and washed me clean. I still fall flat on my face. I still get dirty as a pig in a mudhole. And Jesus still picks me up, dries my tears, forgives me again and again, and continues walking close beside me. No one has ever loved me like that. And no one ever will.

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