Whose Body is This?

Whose body is this?

3.29.25

This body of mine.

Whose body is this?

Surely these arms 

with me don’t subsist.

Whose legs are these?

Aching and sore. 

Heavy and numb. 

Were they mine before?

Couldn’t be those legs 

Which had run miles four. 

Legs which had trekked

The mountains of camps,

Carrying me through cities,

Old with street lamps.

These legs are heavy,

These legs are weak.

Where did they go?

Those legs that I seek?

Whose heart is this?

Pounding a jig?

The heart that beats

For this chest is too big.

It takes over my lungs,

My breath can’t keep up.

The heart that I lost,

Did it simply break up?

This body of mine,

For it I try hard 

To care for it well,

Though tired and scarred.

This body once mine,

I recognize no more.

I suppose it is time

To settle that score.

This body was mine,

That which I've worn.

The body born me

Is given once more.

This body who is me,

Mine never was.

I merely its steward,

I only its cause.

To Him it belongs,

For Him do I care,

He formed these arms,

He made them a pair.

These frail legs too

From Him came along

To carry this body,

Serve only lifelong.

This body is His.

It breathes by His air.

This heart He bestowed:

His presence everywhere.