[Spoken Intro] White shirt? Check. Tie straight? Check. Shoes polished? Check. By the time I reached church, I looked like a disciple. Becoming one was taking longer. [Verse 1] I pressed my Sunday shirt just right, And made my necktie straight; I polished up my Sunday shoes So I would not be late. My scriptures rested in my hand, My smile was in its place; But I had brought an old offense That did not match the grace. [Chorus] My tie was straight, my shoes were shining, Every outward thing looked fine; But Jesus looked beyond the mirror To this heart of mine. I dressed my body for the meeting, Fixed my jacket, combed my hair; Everything looked fine that morning— Was there any kindness there? [Verse 2] Samuel saw the outward man; The Lord could see within. Alma asked about the change— Not collars, coats, or pins. A costly suit cannot produce A humble, loving soul; And clothing dressed in Sunday white Cannot make the inside whole. [Bridge] Nothing’s wrong with Sunday best; Wear it gladly, clean and bright. Just put on compassion too, And clothe the heart in light. Mercy, patience, gentleness, Forgiveness from above— The finest thing that I can wear Is Jesus Christlike love. [Final Chorus] My tie was straight, my shoes were shining, Every outward thing looked fine; But Jesus looked beyond the mirror To this heart of mine. I’ll dress my body for the meeting, Then prepare my spirit too; Lord, let what I wear inside me Show Your love in all I do. [Spoken Outro] My tie was straight. My heart needed ironing.
