The Fabric

There is a fabric being woven, good and true

A fabric that is added to, in every day, anew

A tissue made of sacrifice, of hopefulness and love

Each stitch a confirmation of a trust in things above

Sometimes we may pull loose, and cause a loop, to get away

We may not always want to stay enmeshed in God’s good way

But He knows how to smooth, to disentangle, to re-weave

For His is the design, a cloth so fine, none can perceive

And so, although our days are made of choices, good and bad

Each hair-fine, loving fibre will, with skill, form richest plaid


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