My Love and Faith are intertwined
not as a knot
but one combined;
For He is Love and love protects
my cloak, my comforter
my strength;
His strong threads drawn through weave and weft
a richly patterned life
to tread;
Through life, the one strong threaded cord
the silver breath
that holds and stores;
His perfect light that staves the dark
the many coloured threads
of past;
And present! On now – see beyond
the endless cloth we’re
formed along;
His Grace, by spirit, constant grows
and guides each soul
’till safely home;
See how the cloth is grown, and grows:
my Lord, Dear Lord –
I am near to home!
A little something I wrote about 8 years ago, and originally published in www.faithwritersmagazine.com November 2005.
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