Called by name, threaded by wisdom, hands filled with skill and reverence, they wove obedience into cloth.

Gold did not shout; it shimmered with purpose. Blue remembered heaven, purple bore the weight of royalty, scarlet carried sacrifice close to the heart.

Stones were set, not for beauty alone, but for remembrance, twelve names resting on shoulders strong enough to carry a people before God.

A breast piece held questions and truth, Urim and Thummim resting near the pulse, where judgment meets mercy, and listening becomes holy work.

Bells whispered between steps, a sound of life moving in God’s presence, so no one entered lightly, and no one was forgotten.

This was not costume, but calling made visible, holiness stitched into daily obedience, glory worn for the sake of others.

So clothe us, Lord, not in splendor for display, but in faithfulness that bears names, walks carefully, and serves with reverent love.

Garments were not stitched for display they were woven for obedience. Every thread carried purpose. Every stone bore a name. Every bell whispered life in God’s presence. This drawing holds that truth in charcoal: Stones suspended, still heavy with remembrance. Bells moving gently among them, never touching the ground. Dust rising, light falling, holiness breathing. Three bells. One for the Father steady, sovereign, bearing every name. One for the Son close to the stones, carrying sacrifice and mercy. One for the Holy Ghost,  lifting dust, stirring movement, guiding steps. This is not costume. It is calling made visible. So clothe us, Lord, not in splendor for display, but in faithfulness that bears names, walks carefully, and serves with reverent love.