Lord attire me suitably,
to face the coming world,
Curl around my soul, flower´s
petal softly en-furled,
Don´t dress me in silks &
satins, nor in threads of gold,
I am not interested in velvets,
of colours so very bold.
Wrap & wreathe me, in
the sunniest of brightest smiles,
Shoe me in slippered steps,
to walk for many light miles,
Garb me in giggles &
laughter & the sweetest of life´s joy,
Away with all spent riches,
of this world´s cruel sad ploy.
Mantle me in gossamer, of
the spider´s dew spun webs,
Adorn me with rosy birdsong,
from nightingale’s wise nebs,
Enfold me in fielded grasses,
by gold sun´s fingers dried,
Lord, ensure that going to
heaven, I´m suitably so attired.
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