Threads of Grace #1107

Threads of Grace In the tender weave of days, Silver sorrows, golden joys entwine, A whisper calls to compassion's ways, A melody of action, in love's design. We are sculptors of time's expanse, Shaping moments with hands so kind, Crafting legacies, a tender dance, With the clay of kindness, our souls aligned. Summoned to fields, not of grain, but grace, Where we gather what truly binds— Healing wounds in the weary's embrace, Lifting spirits with the strength we find. Stitching community with mercy's threads, Weaving a tapestry, vivid and wide, Each color a testament, as our doctrine spreads, In giving of ourselves, we open wide. Let our reflections be enduring lights, Guiding, healing, proclaiming in the night, For in living, loving, serving—delights, Together, we rise to heights so bright. Written by Steven G. Lee (May 1, 2024)