Life is like a tapestry,
Each thread a vital part.
If woven very carefully,
It becomes a work of art.
The red threads, they're our passions,
The purple one's, our pains.
The black threads, they're our losses
And the green threads, they're our gains.
The pink threads, they're our laughter,
The blue threads, they're our fears,
The brown threads, they're our labor,
And the yellow one's, our tears.
We must weave our white threads tightly,
For they're faith in God above,
And interlace them patiently
With the golden threads of love.
If we weave our threads real wisely,
Come the day our works must cease,
The King will truly treasure
His Servant's Masterpiece. |
