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My Three White Dresses

Elder L. Tom Perry shared this poem written by his daughter which she read at his granddaughter's baptism.

My mom bought me a white dress, Not red or pink or blue.

She said it was a special dress Like very other few,

There has been just one before, A dress now put away,

That I wore some time ago Upon my blessing day.

As a little baby clothed In my first white dress,

My dad held me in his arms, There to name and bless.

So pure and clean was I just then, With time to grow and learn

About the Father's plan for me.

My glory I must earn.

Now I've reached the age to judge

The wrong road from the right,

And I am here to be baptized

In this dress of white.

So once again I'm free from sin.

The path is clear to me.

I'll grasp the rod and hold on tight,

I vow with certainty.

Just as mud would stain my dress,

Sin would stain my soul.

The key is to repent or bleach,

For whiteness is my goal.

And if I try my very best,

Then richly blessed I'll be,

Wearing inside God's holy house

White dress number three,

So today I make this pledge:

I'll strive to choose the right,

Through this sacred baptism ordinance

In my second dress of white.


(Linda Gay Perry Nelson, 1993)