God- see's the beginning:
God see's the final end.
Life is stitched - in His love;
And sings within the wind.
Like a- loving mother;
Crochets or quilts a gift.
God is quilting in His love;
With golden threads adrift.
When troubles and great trials;
Seem to crash- all around.
Not a sin-gle voice of cheer;
In this world - can be found.
We find ourselves asking;
Is our Lord in control?
Has He left me here alone?
Does He care for my soul?
In this world of trouble;
Confusing, though it be.
God's golden threads of hope;
Gives hope, when we can't see.
Stitching here , mending there;
With precision, designed.
He is busy stitching;
A quilt that's golden lined.
Like a quilt upon His knee;
He holds each child with care.
He knows all our weaknesses'
He knows when there's despair.
He knows all of our needs;
and our choices and plans.
He knows the pain that we feel;
Like the prints in His hands.
Each quilt is valuable;
A golden lined life displayed.
A quilt designed, unique;
With worth that can't be weighed.
Will you yield to His quilting?
Will you desire His will?
As He's quilting His purpose;
In humility kneel?
If a quilt lays down yielded;
God's golden threads will gleam.
And to the world around it;
Jesus will clearly be seen.
By: Susan Y Nikitenko July 11th 2010
