Today

Today is not yet another day Or hour or second But a stitch in my life For which I will grow For which I will learn For the day I know Of my destiny My fate A blanket of defeat For my life rattled thin Pulling strands of deceit Today is not my first Or my second or my third It is a pattern of rewards For I’ve not yet learned Of my purpose My plan This life upon dreams I am a blanket Of love, of pain Of strain, of truth Of lies, of passion It seems to unravel by the second By the hour By today… For it is not the time For each stitch to display my purpose my plan For today Is not like another day It is the time of my life To seek and to find For the threads to unwind And my thoughts to entwine For the Lords great design To soar through my mind My futures undefined And then I remind Myself of his sign This blanket of today Every stitch now enshrined These indescribable lines Today is my chance My needle, my thought For yesterday And tomorrow Were once and will be Today But this day… It is my blanket My honor My story My more