Not red or pink or blue.
Said it was a special dress
Like very other few.
Ther has been just one before,
A dress now put away.
That I wore sometime ago
upon my blessing day.
As a little baby
Clothed in my first white dress,
My father held me in his arms,
there to name and bless.
So pure and clean was I just then,
With time to grow and learn
About the Father's plan for me
My glory I must earn.
Now I've reached the age to judge
the wrong road from the right,
And I am here to be baptized
in this dress of white.
So once again I'm free from sin,
The path is clear to me.
I'll grasp the rod and hold on tight,
I vow with certainty.
Just as mud would stain my dress,
sin would stain my soul.
The key is to repent or bleach,
for whiteness is my goal.
And if I try my very best,
Then richly blessed I'll be,
Wearing inside God's holy house
White dress number three.
So today I make this pledge:
I'll strive to choose the right,
Through this sacred baptism ordinance
In my second dress of white.
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