Standing before You, dressed in black, not in colour
but dressed in my sin,
pain and captured by my past.
But then You stand before me
holding out Your hand,
to have me come to You.
Your tears, blood and life,
transforms me from me,
and driven in darkness,
to the colour of Light.
And when I look again...
I'm dressed in white, not just in colour...
But in purity, integrity and grace.
A crown of gold and rubies placed upon my head!
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