The Master Tailor

by Mike Mondragon  

“I will greatly rejoice in the Lord, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for He hath clothed me with the garments of salvation, He hath covered me with the robe of righteousness as a bridegroom bedecks himself with ornaments, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.” Isaiah 61:10

What does it all matter, what does it all mean?
Life is hard to live all the time mending the seams,
When things fall apart, all is tattered and torn,
The dreams are forgotten, and the fabric is worn;
The world’s seamstress is busy with feeble attempts to repair,
Sewing in the patches, pieces and worn scraps of despair,
And we run around looking instead like rags and old quilts,
Ashamed and afraid, self-esteem and honor wilts.
Content to be ragged and oppressed and oft unseen,
Instead of honored and respected and dressed like kings and Queens.
But for this truth, God sent His Son, and on that cross he bled.
God is the Golden Needle and we are Golden Thread,
Being pushed and pulled intently, through the fabric of His death,
Into new life purposely, renewed by Holy Breath.
We become the new material of the regenerated life,
Following in Jesus footsteps, to become the Bridegroom’s wife.
Should you allow the Master Tailor to use your Golden Thread,
He’ll create your intended clothing, to replace that torn to shreds.
With a garment made by Holy hands, at one time stained with red,
By Jesus blood at Calvary which flowed down from His head,
Into a glistening garment more befitting of His stead.
Your thread makes the suit to die for, the dress without a stain,
Perfectly fitted and tailored, made by Jesus with great pain.
These garments sewn in anguish, in blood, and sweat and tears,
Are now glistening white and perfect, and to Jesus’ heart is near.
These garments are now ready- through His death He did mend
And make our garments spotless, in which we will be wed.
To create the perfect suit or dress, which you can joyfully wear.
A dress, a suit so perfect…without a single rip or tear.
Known as the suit to die for, the dress without a stain,
Perfectly fitted, and sized, and tailored, made by Jesus with great pain.
Your Wedding dress is ready. The Tux pressed, and hung with care.
Won’t you please put them on? They are always ready to wear.
The bride groom, He is waiting, and the feast, it is in place,
The party room is ready, every piece is in its place.
All that’s missing is you, just say “yes!” to the Dress;
Remove the old rags and get rid of your mess.
The Father, He is waiting to give you away To the Son of your dreams….  Today is Your Day!
To sit with Him in wondrous glory, a new life in Him complete,
Where life is more abundant and bountiful and sweet!
Where hell hath no power, and death has no sting,
Where sin is cast away, where we are given a wedding ring.
A ring which means we’ll be together forever and a day, With Jesus our Bridegroom, the Truth, the Light the Way!
By:  Michael Mondragon