My clothes are my thoughts All scattered and foul I'm in need of a cleansing Not tomorrow, right now

My clothes lay dormant Beneath piles of stinch It's been weeks since I've worn them Won't be an easy fix

Although it's been cluttered With left socks and lies It CAN be renewed One pile at a time

The product of faith Mixed with lots of work Is the revelation of Grace And deep inner worth The foundation was covered Under mountains of junk But now it's revealed For the world to see and love

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