The Three White Dresses

Just had to post this poem. It's neat.

My mom bought me a white dress,Not red or pink or blue.
She said it was a special dressLike very other few,
There has been just one before,A dress now put away,That I wore some time agoUpon 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 learnAbout the Father's plan for me.My glory I must earn.
Now I've reached the age to judgeThe wrong road from the right,And I am here to be baptizedIn 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 houseWhite 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)