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.
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