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He didn’t look any better

than the miles he’d seen…

and he looked like he’d

seen a blizzard or two,

his clothes looked a little

tattered… a little torn,

from his day to day living…

he was just getting through,

at first glance, he didn’t

seem worth a second look

but then you’d notice his

glow… something in his face,

and it happened with each

person that looked again…

his easy going answer was,

“I’m in my suit of grace.”

Suit of grace, he wore his

suit of grace…

looked like the man had seen

Jesus face to face,

it didn’t matter the time if

you were in his space…

you couldn’t help but see

he wore his suit of grace.

His clothing… though ragged

was always ironed and clean,

his eyes clear and bright

as his smile that he’d share,

and he shared his compassion…

it was always his fashion

to offer a kind word and

you could see he did care,

he protected the children…

the little ones from bullies,

always offered his hand to

any needing help each day,

no one, not one, could find

a blemish to his deeds…

“I’m in my suit of grace,”

was all he needed to say.

Suit of grace, he wore his

suit of grace…

looked like the man had seen

Jesus face to face,

it didn’t matter the time if

you were in his space…

you couldn’t help but see

he wore his suit of grace.

The whole town loved him

and took it hard that day…

when he finally said good bye

and they laid him to rest,

there was not a dry eye

among all the people there,

he touched each in life

and always did his best,

his clothes were cleaned

and ironed one last time,

the Minister was shocked…

there was not an empty pew,

the little church had seen

some of the town’s very best,

and for those so lavished

with so little… so few.

Suit of grace, he wore his

suit of grace…

looked like the man had seen

Jesus face to face,

it didn’t matter the time if

you were in his space…

you couldn’t help but see

he wore his suit of grace.

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