Our world, with all its people,
Is like a giant tapestry;
Different colors, shapes and textures
Blending through each century.
Every stitch with its own purpose
Woven independently,
Yet dependent on the other
For the tapestry to be.
To this tapestry the Maker
Gives each stitch a special place,
He'll reveal what He's designing
When we see Him face to face.
Excellent weave. I love the rhyme and flow. Perhaps He commandered you to write this. Peace, Love and God's Blessings Always, Paul.
I had to read your first poem, being stitched with the same name as we are. Welcome to the Den!
Connie