Our Tailor Is Christ
By Frederick Blanchard
Mend our garments Lord, with your thread of integrity,
For they are torn by desires of the flesh,
Then wash them in the waters of your purity,
For the dressings of our soul are soiled, by selfishness.
We desire to be suited according to your perfect measure,
By being dressed in the attributes of you, our Lord,
Adorning us for the Father’s glorious plan and pleasure,
Reflecting His light day and night, for all creation to see.
May our garments be the shining colors of tenderness,
As you tailor our every cell with robes of patience,
Stitching them with enduring grace of forgiveness.
And wrapping our bones with belts of mercy for each other.