My Three White Dresses



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.

And if I try my very best

Then richly blessed I'll be,

Wearing inside God's holy house

White dress number three.

(my son & his wife after their temple wedding)

So today I make this holy pledge

I'll strive to choose the right,

Through this sacred baptismal ordinance

In my second dress of white.

(my grand-daughter before her baptism)