Clothed in Him
When standing in my closet, not knowing what to wear.
You see I have these options, it’s up to me to care.
To start the day in filthy rags, and walk around in shame.
Or place the robe of righteousness upon my earthly frame.
I have to make the daily choice, I need my Father’s nod.
And so again, I choose to wear the full armor of God.
I put the belt of truth in hand, then cinch around my waist.
The breastplate of His righteousness, securely put in place.
My feet I fit with readiness, from the gospel’s peace.
The shield of faith, I arm myself, deflect the evil beast.
The helmet of salvation, I place upon my head.
I hold the sword of Spirit, for it’s the Word I’m fed.
Now I’m ready for this journey, whatever comes my way.
I’m clothed in Him my Savior, my strength throughout my day.
By: Deanna Clardy