Whiter Than
On Resurrection Day,
when my spirit is born again,
me gon be wearing
saintly garments whiter than
virgin snow
from the firmament falling
down below
In the purifying breeze
that gently blow,
me gon be making snow angels
to cleanse
my body and soul
Come salvation day,
ain’t gon be no prickly pain
from cotton picking
Me will be given rest
from labors of toil vexing
Dressed in holy attire,
whiter than fine flax linen
This angelic wardrobe
won’t be soiled by stain of sin
Hallelujah ... Amen!
With a naked enamel grin,
righteous clothes of ivory color
is gon grace my ebony skin
And looking lovingly
at the Day Star ne’er sunset glowing
Nor ever seeing an eclipse showing
Me tell all my rainbow-hearted friends,
near and far listening
It’s a beautiful feeling to be whiter than
5-12-21
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2021
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