CLOTHING by Mark Mills

 

Just a small poem to keep things active - - -

Wrapped in swaddling cloths when you were born.

Wrapped in a linen shroud when you died.

Then three days later in the early morn

You rose again the savior of mankind

The clothes you wore on earth were simple and plain.

The sandals on your feet were used and worn.

But new clothes will the world see when you come again.

A robe of white, and on your head a crown.

Lord, we often clothe ourselves with things that are not clean,

And put the dirt of sin right on our back.

Help us give you the clothes that bind us in,

And take from you the clothing that we lack.

Then, standing dressed as children of the Heavenly King,

Help us as we try to act the part.

A change of clothes is good, but we cry for one last thing:

"Lord, change not just our clothes: change our heart."