witness the light within.

I'm a very holy woman,
I wear some plan to see,
A tare within my old,
pair of jeans,
Upon my knee's,
Some items to private to display,
But holy in each form ,
Anyway,
I never hide from feelings inside,
Outstretched holes cast aside,
But wear them with dignity,
Inside out with pride,
My clothes are merely a vessel,
My nakedness to shelter,
It's within my soul,
No evil shall welter,
I myself shall always swelter,
Within the warmest presence,
Of god,
Wearing holy cloth,
Baring of all holes,
My place on the earth,
Seek no better worth,
Than healing ,
Thy brand news clothes,
No feeling,
Many holes release such depth,
Of my kindness,
An empty appearance,
seek blindness ,
I am a woman with holy socks,
Bare foot upon birth did rise,
No other reason to live,
If light wasn't present within eye's,
So look at my hole's,
And see my soul,
And witness the light within,
No amount of light can shine,
If clothing is covering our skin.