How weak and flimsy,
Clothes of Adam,
Fig leaves from the tree,
But garment made of nature’s branch,
Will not avail for me.
Priestly garments,
Clothes of Aaron,
Worn by Levi’s kin
Garments made for only few,
Won’t rid me of my sin.
Richest purple
Clothes of David,
Made from mollusc shell,
But garment coloured with rare dye,
From sin, won’t make me well.
My own good deeds,
Like filthy rags
Torn by guilt and shame.
No human garment is enough
For me to take His Name.
How weak and bleeding,
Naked Man,
Hangs on Calvary’s tree.
The garment woven by His blood,
Is made to set me free.
How dark and cold –
No robes for Christ,
He’s bound in clothes for grave.
The Garment of Salvation’s formed
For those He died to save.
Now death has died!
The Son has risen!
Gold band around His chest,
Crown of glory on His head!
Entered His heavenly rest
How white and pure
My wedding clothes,
Fashioned on the tree.
This garment made from Jesu’s blood,
Forever avails for me
© Carolyn Davison 30th March 2021
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