Dressed Poem by Coreatha mccoy

Wake to start a new day
say a prayer as I prepare I get
Dressed
I tussle with flesh, can't let the devil get the best
Thank the Lord for watching me as I rested
I get dressed
My shirt is my skin that's formed with dirt
my pants just part of my flesh
my shoes is just where it starts
I get dressed
My heart is the best part
my body is the temple, plain and simple
eyes are windows to my soul
the feet gets me to where the Lord leads me
my mind makes it complete
I get dressed
clothe in righteousness
I wear the Armour of the Lord
I adore
his word for ever be in stored
God's poet I stay dressed while in the flesh
this life is just a test
I am dressed