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Life's tapestry...examining the weave. |
THE GOLDEN THREADS Woven through the cloth of life are treasured threads of gold; moments free of sorrow, strife, dark secrets never told. Life's storms rage on and evil stalks; the soul left bruised and torn ~ healed only by the golden threads in friends' hands gently borne. Where once were chasmic, painful wounds inflicted without heed, a wondrous Man steps forth to touch and silence aching need. Taking up the gleaming strands to mend and render whole, His knowing heart and tender hands repair the shattered soul. How sad that those He's touched before knew not the long sought calm His boundless love can so restore... a priceless, soothing balm. For they will never see with me when earthly life is gone, those shimmering, burnished moments spun; forever living on. Or sift back through the mists of time and breathlessly behold, woven through the cloth of life... those cherished threads of gold. The tapestry of self made strong by virtue of the weave, glowing moments filled with love that taught a soul to breathe. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |