Lord, I dressed myself for so long, in the garments I believed I deserved. Creams, off whites and muted earthy tones. I wore them with acceptance, and yet; I hung my head in shame. They were the sum of my past mistakes, my present aches, and my worldly tastes. Whilst white dresses I saw, I passed them by - for in my eyes; discoloured, tainted and stained was all I justly deserved. But wrong I had been. For it was in the midst of my admiration for all garments white and precious - that You showed me Your magnificence and Your true sacrifice and promise for me. You took me through Your cleansing process, Your refining fire and Your refreshing waters. You took my rags and turned them to riches. You took my creams and made them white as snow. You raised me from earthy tones, and placed me in garments of pure praise. You stripped me bare and washed me clean - and there I stood before You; purified and sanctified, by Your perfect love for me. How blessed I am to come before You and raise my head high, in that I am made whole and righteous, in You and by You.