Covered

In the late hour that is now I am left with my thoughts to ponder. Among these thoughts there is a remnant of fear. Not a crippling one, but a fear nonetheless of what we will have to answer to when we meet the Creator. There will be an account of everything we've done, said or even thought. Thank the Lord for sending His son on our behalf to take the place of our sin. It's as if we are naked before the Father and Christ gives us His robe and says, "Here, take mine."