Righteousness.

 The Garment Woven

Not threads of mine, of effort spun,

A soiled robe in righteous sun,

That stains and frays and cannot hide

The poverty I wear inside.

My righteous acts are but a shade,

A fading leaf, a wilting blade.

Then from the Throne, a perfect white—

A Lamb,who was my darkest night.

They pierced His hands,His side, His brow,

And from the wound,a cleansing flow.

"He is the Lord, our Righteousness,"

A fountain for my wretchedness.

I stood, accused, the Law’s demand

A silent gavel in His hand.

But then the Advocate arose,

And marked my debt as fully closed.

"Justified freely by His grace,"

I saw my condemnation erased.

Now woven not with deeds I try,

But by the faith that does not lie;

A gift received,a royal dress,

A state of holy blessedness.

His righteousness becomes my own,

Before the everlasting throne.

And day by day, as I abide,

This holy cloth,so sanctified,

Is worked in me—a living art,

His righteous life within my heart.

He who began this work so true,

Will see it through, and make me new.

Until that Day, the final scene,

All that is dim shall be made clean.

No spot or wrinkle shall remain,

When I,like Him, in glory reign.

Clothed in linen, pure and bright,

My own war ended, won His fight.

So stands the soul, no more in dread,

By His own life and blood clothed,fed.

A righteousness not mine,but given—

The very ground of earth and heaven.

Scripture Threads:

Isaiah 64:6| Jeremiah 23:6 | Romans 3:22-24 | Romans 5:1 |

1 Corinthians 1:30| 2 Corinthians 5:21 | Philippians 1:6 | Philippians 3:9 |

Revelation 19:8