The Fragile Thread of Life
As a seamstress sews her special cloak,
with fine and measured thread,
Each gentle stitch is carefully made,
as her beautiful cloth is spread.
The Father God, who has made us each,
so strains to form us right,
Just as He created the sun and moon,
and cast His stars, all so bright.
As the potter gathers his earthen clay,
and throws it upon the stone wheel,
He shapes and spins the moistened soil,
there, a pot of beauty, to reveal.
Our God, casts us upon the wheel of life,
as products of His thoughtful mind,
Gives us our shapes and breath of life,
with loving hands, shapes us in kind,
The carpenter builds his wooden wares,
of finest wood and of greatest care,
He fastens limbs of structured grace,
with tools he fashions, his love not spared.
Each is fashioned in God's special blue print,
every line and angle, is heaven sent.
There is no likeness, no copy of us lent,
we're all unique, the only one, meant.
The artist paints his fond portrait of life,
and upon his canvas of cloth, he portrays,
The vibrant beauty and colors of brilliance,
Of the rainbow's tints, he so displays.
On an azure blue sky, and spotted clouds of white,
our greatest Artist, then applies his hues,
Green trees all line, along rolling water's shores,
as marvelous flowers are ours' to choose.
The fragile thread of life we are so given,
such a wonderful gift and of sweet breath,
Each is designed by the finest architect,
To all live our lives, and to end in our death.
The grandest gift of all is to be revealed,
upon the running of our own special course,
A life of eternity, of the most wonderful of spirits,
Our God in Heaven, is our source.
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