I put her on like Joseph’s coat …
her beauty proves that I am a favorite son

I put her on like Elijah’s cloak …
her zeal begs me “speak to the nations”

I put her on like Samson’s hair …
her covering hides the secrets of my strength.

I put her on like Solomon’s robes …
her softness whispers that I was born to be a king.

I put her on like Jesus’ towel …
her compassion sets me to washing feet.

I put her on like Gabriel’s trumpet …
one touch of her lips and my world fills with music.

I put her on like Adam’s skin …
and from inside her I know that I am no longer naked and ashamed.