I live in a shell.
It hints of former glory.
It's not what it was, nor what it shall be.
Don't we all live in tents? Dwell in a hull reeking?
“Pay close attention now: I am creating new heavens and a new earth.
All the earlier troubles, chaos and pain are things of the past, to be forgotten.
Look ahead with joy: anticipate what I am creating.” Isaiah 65:17 Message
How often I get confused, thinking this is it. That this is all there is.
We dwell in a world of reeking sin and heartache, convinced of its permanence.
He's creating new.
Chaos, pain, will be forgotten.
We can look ahead with joy.
No more dread. No disappointments.
No more reek.
A hull transformed into glory.