NEW CLOTHES

I have new clothes; they look good on me

Not Versace or Armani, not Jones of New York

or Sax Fifth Avenue,

I have been cast aside in a heat of passion

Brutally I was grasped and manhandled

My seams under great duress

I have landed

Blue Jeans
I woke up this morning
The sky was black
I wanted to cover my head
and stay in the sack
A sparkle of blue caught my

You chose me as Your child,

Lord dwell in me all the while,

Now dress me O Lord in Your love,

Prepare me for Heaven

I look in the drawer for my church clothes

But where they are God only knows.

I look under the bed

And about on the floor