The winds assail…

relentlessly seeking to... tear

But, My Coat…like a bulwark

prevents the snare.

The gusts…how they howl and…

endeavor to bite

But, My Coat…is wrapped around me

tight.

The elements, so harsh, attempt…

to halt my destined steps

But, My Coat…protects, negating

its bereft.

Heaven Woven…

and layered with a lining, wrought solidly from…

Salvation’s Flesh…

its cloth is a compilation of  

Redeemer’s Inexplicable Love, that's entwined…

with His Mercy and Grace…so perfectly meshed.

A garment stitched and held together with 

His eternal faithful threads…

indeed, it was ‘made’ to endure life’s harshest weather

as…I dare to look ahead.

Yea, how utterly grateful I am for the covering of

…My Coat.

PS 48:14, DUET 33:12, PS 91:1-2, PS 46:1, JHN 16:33, MATT 7:25

©jmsBell- 6/29/2026