You’re over there with your nose out, thinking you’re better than everyone else because you’re righteous.With an attitude that says “my s*** doesn’t stink,” baby, your s*** stinks worse than everybody else’s, you are not fooling us. When you look down on everyone as if you were the man upstairs, you forget that we are all flawed beings with no one holy path.My dressing does not define me, I define myself and my dressing. But I guess you wouldn’t see or know that. Even the man upstairs in heaven said, “Come as you are,” I came to him as I am with a pure heart and soul, and he accepted me without judging my physical. Because he who sees man’s true heart saw no sin in my heart.Society makes the rule that says, “Dress the way you want to be addressed.” However, the man upstairs says, “Come as you are,” At this point, which one are we going with? I go with the man upstairs because I will be returning to him when my days here are over. You are judging me by my dress, but my heart and soul are purer than yours.
You covered yourself from head to toe, yet you commit the worst sin than I do behind closed doors.At this point, I have come to the realization that it is your sins and imperfections that you are covering, but your imperfections are reflecting on me. We can stand here and argue all day about my dress, but one thing is for sure: when the rapture takes place, I will be among the first to make it to Heaven, chilling and eating rice and beans with the big man there. But you will still be learning how to wiggle yourself into purgatory or perhaps hellfire. Do you know why? It’s because you were busy judging my dress rather than running the race that brought you to this earth. Another reason was that you were more concerned with impressing humans and society and making them see you as a perfect being than with pursuing eternal life.Don’t worry about my dress because dressing does not define me. The man upstairs has already told me to come as I am.
