Garments

MAUDE MARY CLARKE

We would discard the rags of error, Lord,
So long we've clung to them
For covering, and have suffered
Cold and fear and heaviness of spirit,
Unmindful that awaiting us
Were garments of praise—
Garments beautiful—
Ready for the putting on.

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