The Fading Picture In The Frame

Is it yours?

Have you come to terms with the loss of yourself?

Have you realized that you must let it go?

So let go.

I’m still grieving, myself,

over my own dear loss,

my portrait upon the altar,

paling in the mirror,

lasting like a love affair.

So who is the fairest of them all,

my truest love,

the last name I’ll call?

I can’t find him in this fading frame,

And hope is lost in the echo of my own name.

He must be the one who isn’t dying,

not fading,

but waiting

upon the altar,

to give me his name,

and saying it the same,

“Your face is my face.

I will love you forever.

Let me stand in your place.”

For you died to this life, and your real life is hidden with Christ in God.
- Colossians 3:3