Day 56 My Christianity and a Plastic Sofa Cover

Just taking a minute to be brutally honest, I'll probably regret it, but oh well, it's late and it's all I've got.

The Sofa Cover

My faith is like
a clear plastic sofa cover.
What God meant to
guard my soul with
I've used to protect my own skin.

Skin covered in the sticky, 

stiff resistance
of a heart too afraid
of the wear and tear,
too afraid of the
unpleasantness.

All God needs lies
underneath the
crinkly coat
of selfishness,
of fear, and what, pray tell,
is the difference 

between the two
on any given day?