The Robe Poem by Gladys Brown Prince

The robe so much as we are told
Is given only to those who are bold
With colours distinct often trimmed with gold
Prepared with a mindset of the mould

It's multi-coloured destiny
Says much of its popularity
Dimensions measured just for One
Who could guess Christ was the Man

His deeds so kind as they have been
Man saw no need to look within
They feared that He was right always
But crucified Him anyway

To their surprise within three days
From the grave Jesus did raise
The robe they won by casting lots
Just put each one right on the spot

This robe even if worn unlawfully
Can open one's eyes spiritually
And now the name that you have gained
May pave the path for the halt and the maimed

The robe is special thus you see
For it implies what He did for thee
The gift of righteousness with love and peace
God gives to all who bow the knees

For those who care to testify
This righteous robe you can't deny
It keeps you warm if you are cold
And makes you stand out brave and bold

So wear the robe of righteousness
And bear the fruit of faithfulness
In this land of lawlessness
You can be the tree of hopefulness.


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