In Purple

These gloomy hues of black and coal and gray
My gaunt and fragile body wears so oft
Are reminiscent of a stormy day
And to the eye are anything but soft;
Yet on my day of darkest
Misery,
I hear a gentle voice that calls my name:
"Come forth, my love, for I have made for thee
Clothes that will make you beautiful again."
And so with careful steps I follow Him,
And to my great surprise there then appears
A light which makes the darkness turn to dim--
Then dim turns into shiny, bright and clear.
"This raiment in which you have clothed me, sir,"
I say as I survey it, looking down,
"Is far too grand for such as me to wear,
For those who wear this color wear a crown."
He heedeth not my protests but instead
With steady hands and lovely, smiling eyes
Places a golden circlet on my head
And now forever gone is my disguise.
I love the way His love just simply IS,
And it shall be as such
Eternally.
Forever dressed in purple, I am His
Clothed in His righteousness and majesty.