patchwork dress

decorating the blue in me
so it doesn't seem so forlorn
sadness is my brave front
Deep hurt doesn't just go away
no matter how pretty I paint her

dressing in a patchwork dress
each patch is for my successes
none of the patches match but they are my wisdom
I thought I heard our lord call us
I rose to greet him in my best dress
I trimmed the wick of my lamp
and put on my patchwork dress

there was soot on my nose from toiling in this world
my spirit rose to greet him
he told me it was too soon

I was crestfallen to be denied entry
I thought it was my dress
he reminded me of Joseph
and his coat of many colors

he said it was a beautiful offering
I told him this world was a lot tougher than expected
while in heaven I would pace the gold streets
wondering when it would be my turn to come to Earth

the Father prepared me
but I suppose I wasn't listening to the instruction
cause there are days I'm nearly broken