What We Wear

R Randy McClave Randy McClave
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Clothes can be washed and mended As they were all intended, And if there is a rip or even a tear They are all easy to repair. They can be ironed and also pressed Then later again they are well dressed, No one will notice the tear or the rip or the stain Or the wear because it does not remain. Clothes are not intended to last forever In the end they are burnt in fire to end their endeavor, Clothes were created by man To warm and to protect him as they can. Our soul is like the clothes that we put on Looks and thoughts about it can be drawn, Depending how dirty or clean that the soul might be The way that we act and how we are all can see. Our soul as well must get repaired and then clean And not by a seamstress or a washing machine, The soul is like dirty torn clothes They too can be cleaned and repaired by Jesus who arose. Randy L. McClave

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