I was an onion before Christ set me free;
Layers upon layers of iniquity.
An ugly old onion whose fragrance was strong;
That my Jesus bought and loved all along.
Unknown to me what He was going to do; The first layer, wasn't so bad, Reading His Word, and learning again; Unknown what He would find there, And I was crying over the sadness I felt; As onions are peeled more and more, "NO MORE LAYERS!" I would scream, But He simply said "Trust Me," continuing to peel, It was then that I began to understand; "Clothed with the righteousness, only from above; Yes, we are all onions, learning with each day But we are nothing but an ugly onion without Christ.
Of what He was planning, I had not a clue.
Pulling each layer off one by one,
In order to make me more like Jesus the Son.
I saw all the sins that I knew I had.
They were easy to fix, just change the way I talk,
And learn more of how He wanted me to walk.
How to put aside my life of sin.
But the next layer was pulled which hurt more,
He was getting closer to the core.
I simply gave it to Him in prayer.
As another layer was removed, He started to cry;
Pulling this layer brought pain to my Father on High.
The brokenness and all of the guilt.
Past memories that I thought were gone;
But they were buried under layers disguised in a fragrance so strong.
They put tears in our eyes as we get close to the core;
So my Father wept over my pain;
Giving me a balm of comfort and strength to sustain.
As He continued to peel each layer off of me.
"I'll have nothing left, my Lord, what will I do?
I'll be nothing but a worthless core to You."
I believed He was blinded to my pain that was so real.
Year after year I shrunk more and more;
Until all that was left of this onion was a core.
As the Lord embraced me in His loving hand.
He said, "Now, and only now, can you be;
The creation that will minister before Me.
one are your layers of, self, so you can be filled with My love."
He look my layers of sin, hurt and pain
And clothed me with love, truth and mercy in His name.
How to overcome as each layer is taken away.
Some layers tear and pull at our heart;
While others grieve us to our innermost part.
Layers upon layers of pride, sin and strife.
Only God can take those layers away.
And clothe us with His righteousness in that Final Day.