My Mom bought me a white dress,
Not red or pink or blue.
She said it was a special dress
Like very other few.
There 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 Dad 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 my 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 certainly.
Just as mud would stain my dress
Sin would stain my soul,
The key is to repent or bleach
For whiteness is my goal.
So today I make this holy pledge
I'll strive to choose the right,