Tapestry of My Life

To think God had a plan for me All woven in a tapestry, Perhaps with golden thread. Every time I’ve turned to ask Somehow I’ve learned to do the task Toward which I’ve been led. Ravels from willfulness, He mends. Yes, from damage he defends Opens my eyes that I might see, Frail threads in my tapestry. My guardian angel staying near, Yanking me from abyss of fear. Lovely shades of dark and light, Iridescence day and night, Fragile knitting made much stronger Each day as tapestry grows longer.