About The Mindsinger
TAPESTRY
Gently he calls to me,
Softly he comes,
weaving my life on the loom of his love.
Though I can’t see it, the pattern he weaves;
Though I resist it and try to break free.
With patience and wisdom,
the Master weaves on,
‘til I’m a garment of praise and his to put on.
And He loves me and keeps me
and calls me his own.
I’ll love him and serve him and I’ll be his own.Dark threads and golden ones,
laughter and tears.
Flow through my life as he gathers the years.
A world full of wonder,
of reason and rhyme.
My life is a tapestry, woven of time.Gently he calls to us,
softly he comes,
weaving our lives on the loom of his love.
The Master’s a weaver of garments down here.
To be worn in his mansions
of glory up there.
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–The Mindsinger
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