God's Tapestry - Poem by Leota Campbell
God weaves His masterpiece, each strand
purchased a great cost.
Saints He gathers from all nations
yellow, black, fair and brown.
They come from crowded cities, and
leaders of nations, laborers,
and the world's rejected,
We come as tangled, broken threads,
He makes a work of beauty. Beauty with added dimension
(limited not by time)
Moses, David, a captive maid,
Magdalene, you and I -
Chosen by the Artist
Selected for time and place.
Each, yielded to the Weaver's hand
"changed from glory to glory"
transformed into His likeness
shall radiate His love.
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