Look up

Into My eyes.

Why, My child,

Do you not see ?

My eye is upon you.

You don’t have to have degrees

To have My attention.

Status does not make you

More visible to Me.

I see through the veils.

I see to the heart.

Remove the false clothing

Of pretense and remorse.

Put on My garments

Purchased for you

With the blood of My Son.

A robe pure and white,

Dazzling in beauty,

Righteous

And holy.