I am a child, naked, unclothed of
pretense, prejudice or hatred.
Pure, innocent, undefiled by world affairs.
Eager and aware, I only wish to walk in the
Garden of Eden, with Devine freedom.
Without the rags of iniquity, fear, and hostility.
Without coats of doubt, deceit and infidelity.
Clothe me then, in a garment of finest linen,
Adorned with silk and satin, fashioned into
a beautiful cloak of love, which I will wear
with passion.

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