The Master Weaves
Me with you, and me without
Like a garment turned inside out
Showing inside edges frayed
Knots torn loose, a tangled maze
Of strings collected, bits rejected,
Creating no pattern, showing no plan,
Till turned about by the maker’s hand,
The mess reversed reveals its face
Sewn with mercy, stitched with grace.
So you and I, turned round, restored
Reveal the glory of our Lord.
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