He took my cloak
The one filthy and torn.
It's been mine since birth,
Such a part of me that I barely saw
The stains or smelled the stench.
He took my cloak
The one that weighed me down.
So used to it I was
That I seldom felt the weight
Or noticed the darkness of my heart.
He took my cloak
The one I'd begun to hate.
I longed to be free of it;
The wretched rag tripped me
Filled my thoughts, blocked the light.
He took my cloak
Tore it from my shoulders, in fact.
Oh, the sight! I'll ne'er forget,
As He wrapped its shredded,
Putrid length about Himself.
He took my cloak
Released me from its burden
Removed all guilt and shame
Remade my heart to dance in light
Rewrote my song to one of praise.
He took my cloak
As though it had never been.
He healed my brokenness
And, joy of joys, A wondrous thing—
He took my cloak and wrapped me fully in His own!
He gave His cloak
The one sparkling white
Now mine at my rebirth
Not a stain or rip mars its folds.
I am free because I now wear His cloak.