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The Tapestry..Of Me..
The tapestry is woven
Blending colors from the heart;
The weaving of the pattern is--
The most delicate of art.
A life in close proximity
To the one who made the thread;
Who weaves the flowing pattern
And designs the pattern read.
For the weaver takes the pattern
As the colors ebb and flow;
To reveal a growing picture of
Your life and paths to go.
On and on the woven picture
Stretches to the other side
Of the pattern woven gently;
The one hidden in your mind.
As the tapestry is woven;
Colors red and gold and blue-
The weaver pulls the threads of gold—
That connect the me, in you.
The brilliance of the colors
In the tapestry so new;
Gives the pattern to the weaver
In God’s ever-changing hue.
The pattern’s woven onward
To the other side of time;
It’s connected to the weaver
As he weaves in gentle rhyme.
The tapestry reveals the plan
In God’s celestial time;
And the picture that is woven
Weaves the heart and soul and mind.
Maria Lindberg
Copyright 2004
I think of how like life…
A tapestry is..
God,
Who is after all,
The Master weaver,
Weaves a pattern for our lives..
A story told between birth and death…
People,events, places we travel…
Songs we sing…
Or don’t sing…
Choices we make..
Good or bad..
Determine the colors of our tapestry of life..
And we alone..Can determine..Whether we have true colors... Or pale imitations..
God gives us the colors of life…
The pattern…
We decide if the colors will be strong and true...
Or weak and pale…
We decide if we stick to the pattern..And never change or grow..Or do we do as all weavers do..Add a little here and there..To make it better..
I want each day of my life.....To be a vivid color…
Good bad or in between..
I want to make each weaving...
Of my Lifes’s Tapestry…
To be a totally origional design..An origional design by God..for me..With my freedom of will to make it as it can be..By living it to the fullest...
As I weave the story of me..The best that I can..~~Maria~~
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Music RainbowBruce DeBoer Copyright 2004Used with permission
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