MY THREE WHITE
DRESSES
My mom bought me a white dress, Not red or pink or blue.
She said it was a special dress,
Like very other few.
There has been just one
before, A dress now put away,
That I wore some time ago, Upon my blessing day.
As a little baby clothed, In my first white dress,
My Dad held me in his arms, There to name and bless.
So pure and clean was I just
then, With time to grow and learn,
About the Father’s plan for me,. My glory
I must earn.
Now I’ve reached the age to judge, The wrong road from the right,
And I am here to be baptized, In this dress of white.
So once again I’m free from
sin, The path is clear to me.
I’ll grasp the road and hold on
tight, I now with certainty.
Just as mud would stain my
dress, Sin would strain my soul,
The key is to repent or bleach, For whiteness is my goal.
And if I try my very best, Then richly blessed I’ll be,
Wearing inside God’s holy house, White
dress number three.
So today I make this pledge: I’ll strive to choose the right,
Through this sacred baptism ordinance, In
my second dress of white.
