Is all I want to be:
To put on love and hope like socks –
Mercy like my favorite jeans.
Crochet me a sweater of peace,
Or knit a scarf from joy.
Imagine glory and patience
For work-a-day clothing,
Truth and holiness for dress up,
And pajamas of bliss.
Each brilliant fiber spun by God,
Dyed in eternity.
This wardrobe is free, though it cost me
Every earthly thing
Crowned with glory and clothed in honor.