The Black Gown

This poem is based on an analogy from Scripture. As the church, Christ’s bride, we can live in gratitude and joy because we no longer wear darkness and shame. Just as the groom typically wears a black suit and the bride typically wears a white dress at their wedding, Christ wore black—our sin—so that we could wear white—His righteousness.


Black as night, my gown glows bright.

It doesn’t glimmer as I desire.

It doesn’t sparkle or shimmer.

I doubt it ever could.


Though I’m the bride, I wear no white.

I’m clothed in black and darkness.

But he, my groom, wears solid white.

His attire is clean and shines like snow.


Oh, how I wish that his white were my own.

He beckons me forward; I stand by his side.

But I cannot look him in the eye.

I am in black, and he is in white.


I am unclean and unworthy.

My dress is not pure like my groom’s clean attire.

His purity is my only desire.

But it seems that it could never be mine.


He reaches for my hand, but I cannot understand.

How could the man in pure white

Stand beside me in black tonight?

He whispers to me quietly.


“Why do you wear that gown of black

When I have given you white?

You need not dress yourself in darkness

When I have shared my light.”


“Give me your blackness, darkness, and filth.

And I will wear it, my dear.

I love you enough to share my white

And take upon your blackness.”


Now I walk out for all to see,

But no longer do I feel ashamed.

For he has clothed me in purest white—

Glimmering and gleaming.


For He made Him who knew no sin to be sin for us, that we might become the righteousness of God in Him. (2 Corinthians 5:21 NKJV)

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