WHITE ROBES

I'm trying everyday

To be worthy in his sight

But I'm clumsy on my spirit feet

And keep falling from the light

And now the robes he gave me

So beautiful and white

Are soiled from my stumbles

In the filth beyond his sight

But even quicksand cannot keep me

No dirt can hold me down

Because I know that he is with me

Watching without sound

In these robes that I have dirtied

I do not need to stray

I only need to ask him

Make them white again today