God’s clothing line’s not sold in malls—
No racks, no tags, no dressing halls.
He tailors hearts, not coats or ties—
A perfect fit, with no compromise.
He doesn’t use a pattern or mold.
Each design is new, unlike any sold.
Compared to others, yours isn’t the same—
A garment with your unique style and name.
Saul’s old armor wouldn’t do.
It wasn’t right. It wasn’t true.
David wore what God had planned—
A sling, a praise, and a steady hand.
We all want garments rich and grand,
Yet God weaves better with his hand.
No velvet fabric that’s fancifully bold,
But love and truth that can’t grow old.
Your armor isn’t for glamour or flair.
It’s what we need for life’s despair—
A shield of faith, salvation’s crown,
To keep us strong when foes bear down.
Don’t ask, “Why dress me up this way?”
Just wear God’s will through night and day.
Each stitch is love, each hem his plan,
A custom fit from God to man.
So walk in grace, with a thankful grin,
For what you wear reflects God within.
His couture is the perfect bit—
Designed by love and made to fit.
