Dressed

The one that dresses flowers has clothed you in His righteousness. The one that hung the stars hung on a tree. The one that painted skies painted with blood and ridicule from Satan's dustlings. His body forged into the shape of a cross by the force of nails affixed love to death, so that  dead hearts would be reshaped and made new by His Sovereign grace. The crucible of God's fury and wrath publicly displayed for His people's private sin downed to the dregs. The Great I Am, the poet author of the great exchange. Robes for rags, Riches for poverty, Glory for agony. Exaltation for humiliation. Behold the suffering savior  "I died, and behold I am alive forevermore, and I have the keys of Death and Hades."

2 Cor 5:21,  Phil 3:9, Matt 6:28-30, Revelation 1:18, Isa 53, Psalm 22