My Love and Faith are intertwined
not as a knot
but one combined;
For He is Love and love protects
my cloak, my comforter
His strong threads drawn through weave and weft
a richly patterned life
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
And present! On now - see beyond
the endless cloth we're
His Grace, by spirit, constant grown
and guides each soul
'till safely home.
See how the cloth is grown and grown:
my Lord, Dear Lord -
I am near to home!
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