My Last Outfit Poem by Mugano S. Paul

My Last Outfit



Lost. I always thought
That if I put nails under my feet...
O’ that outfit!
In my shoes, and bleed like Jesus Christ,
’t would be triumphant
Blest.
But the pain in my feet,
‘t increased my plight.
Then I knew that
Triumph is only in the Lord’s outfit;
The Jesus Christ garment,
By walking up right
In the awesome light
Of Him who was bruised for my birthright.

My next thought,
the final, the last,
to be dressed, I covet,
in the Lord’s outfit.
I will not rest
Lest I last not after the Day of Verdict
At the right-hand of Jesus Christ.

That you wash me so white,
Not just my feet
But all that I am be washed so white
And thereafter lead me in your light
O’ Lord, I delight!

Undress me,
Outfit me
In our only garment
At this spot.

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