Whitewashed Tombs
This poem is based off of Matthew 23, when Jesus is condemning the teachers of the law and Pharisees for presenting themselves to look like Christians, but actually being dead on the inside. I am so guilty of making myself look like I am on fire for Christ but actually being far from the Lord. It is easy to put on a facade and pretend like your spiritual walk is thriving, but the unfortunate reality is that no one can be "on" all the time.
This poem was a convicting reality check and a reminder to be REAL. I should not try to mask how I am doing just to make others think better of me.
Whitewashed Tombs
This poem was a convicting reality check and a reminder to be REAL. I should not try to mask how I am doing just to make others think better of me.
Whitewashed Tombs
The whitewashed tombs have a face,
A face that looks like mine.
Although the caves are filled with death,
On the outside, they look fine.
The whitewashed tombs are polished clean
Probably wearing a smile
But a deeper look shows brokenness,
A death so grim and vile.
The whitewashed tombs are lovely to see
From a distance, at a glance
Yet the inside of such tombs reveal
A disturbing circumstance
The whitewashed tombs sparkle in the sun
Their pure white surface glows
But the inner tomb is dark and deadly,
Where dust and vermin grows
The whitewashed tombs wear makeup
To mask their unpleasant decay
Despite the desolation building inside,
They look flawless on display.
The whitewashed tombs have a face,
A face that looks like mine.
On the inside, the tomb is falling apart
But on the outside,
It looks just fine.