[Written for the Sentinel]

Garments

We would discard the rags of error, Lord,So long we've clung to themFor covering, and have sufferedCold and fear and heaviness of spirit,Unmindful that awaiting usWere garments of praise—Garments beautiful—Ready for the putting on.

Thus, covered and protected,Dwell we safelyIn the consciousness of GodAnd man made perfect in His likeness.This truth held fast,Infinity unfolds;We verify our unity with God,And wearThe seamless robe.

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