MY THREE WHITE DRESSES

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.