Whose coat is this? Where has it come from? The heaviness of it, this cloak in the storm,

It lies in a crumpled heap, wet from the storm. It is soggy from the rain, and from lying in the mud.

Doesn’t anyone want it? Why was it thrown off? Did it drop from a pack? Did someone passing lose it?

It must have covered shoulders and kept someone warm. Is it torn? Are these the stains caused by blood?

Looking at this cloak so worn, and now ruined, Or should I too cast it down and trample it under?

What a waste it is, a companion of the ditch. In my hands though, I feel a sense of need

It makes me wonder what sort once wore such a rag; There’s a desire to save it from all this thunder

I’m sure it wasn’t anyone that was rich.

Do I ring it out and let it dry?

What happened here? Where is the owner? It’s life soaks through me and my own clothes take on its loss.

Surely he did not rip it and throw it down! Is that what occurred? Was someone robbed?

Was it stolen? Was it lost to a wager? To give this coat up to the road, what was the cost?

Was there a fight? Does a crime follow this gown?

I feel its wetness as I hold it close.

There is hatred here, jealousy and betrayal. I will seek the truth, I will find the answer.

This evidence is clearly from a place of the dead. I won’t leave it like the one before

Yet, I feel no pity, the shame is gone. Who was this man that gave all he had?

This cloak is what was. No longer death, but alive instead. His clothes. This cloak. And did he even give of much more?

I will take this wrap, and in bringing it up, So I’ll turn from the way I’m going,

My life has found new purpose. And in life afresh, find what I am after

Who gave up this cloak in the storm for me? My heart is changed by a rag in the road,

I’ll start with the one the other day, the one they called Jesus. And I know I’ll find its rightful owner and Master.

Selah

_{A Rag In The Road by Ronhales} Psalm 22:18