GOLDEN THREADS
Weave in me a tapestry
With gold and silver filigree,
With red and purple, gold and blue...
All Your shades of richest hue.
Love and beauty intertwine
To make of me Your own design.
Let my threads be clear and bright,
With creativity and light.
Perhaps Your hands will make of me
A work of art which all may see,
Or maybe just a table cloth
Where homeless come to sip some broth.
Maybe You will weave a shawl
For someone old or very small,
Or maybe a warm coverlet
For one whose life is desolate.
When my threads are worn and old,
May they reflect Your heavenly gold,
Woven by Your loving hand
With heavenly riches in each strand.
"The Lord will perfect that which concerneth me..."
Psalm 138:8 KJV
© 2008 Arlene Schwartzkopf