Robe of Righteousness
ROBE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS
To be clothed in a garment
Of the whitest white
Glowing in the darkness
Gleaming in the light
With this splendid dressing
My soul should ever be
Happy and content
For all eternity
For I know of its origin
And the Maker's love
I will always cherish it
As arriving from above
This gift I cannot equal
Nor return the same
For my Giver died a death
To cover all my shame
The only thing I can do
And this is just a start
Is bow in love before Him
And give Him all my heart
Copyright, Kathryn Search
Copyright © Kathryn Search | Year Posted 2022
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