The tapestry of me is remarkable and grand,
Woven with care, by the Maker’s hand.
The beginning so humble, one could hardly
The hand of my God working in me.
Yet there He was from the very first day,
Weaving in hope along the way.
At times I
worked against God’s plan,
And wove in colors of darkened man.
My wandering pattern of rebellion was mine,
Each sin a thread that would not shine.
My tapestry changed as I grew small,
And followed with care, the Masters call.
Soft and gentle a broken heart,
Threads that spoke of my new start.
Many threads of faith did shine,
As I chose God and called Him mine.
Faithfully added was virtues power,
A thread of strength in every hour.
Weaving in charity with great care,
My love and life I sought to share.
Divinity’s picture began to grow,
As I held light and sought to
Soon I saw a meek design,
Threads of yellow, very fine!
The tapestry at times held threads of pain,
Not from sin but burdens
The thread of prayer my steady power,
The strength to endure through every hour.
Humility woven with each choice,
As I bent
to God, I heard His voice.
Soft and pink the threads of home,
A place to rest and call my own.
The threads of mercy, the palest blue,
healing power and peace I knew.
My time wove in another’s need,
The color orange compassions seed.
Red threads of redemption held in place,
The grand design, my Saviors grace.
White threads placed with gentle care,
Showed God’s purpose and plan to share.
before my tapestry,
I saw that God truly loved me!
For past all failure I could see,
The light of heaven lived in me.
By the power
of the Son,
My tapestry was bright and fun!
Hope and change a story new,
The final piece divine and true!
Written by Michelene Glasson