Shunned At A Funeral - The Tapestry

I was born in borrowed morning light
Hands still clean
Heart unscored, white
Every promise felt like breath and sleep
Every road was wide, every dream had a name
I learned to laugh in summer
Rain, learned the cost of wanting things.
Some days gold, some
Days torn.
Some prayers
Answered, some outworn.
I
Stitched my hopes with fragile thread
Sang my faith and hid instead and
I asked the dark what it was
For when the floor gave way
When love went sore
If you are good, then why the why the hours
I could not take
Why the nights that felt like loss?
Why the weight of every cross
Still you
Were there in the silent scene
In the space between what is unseen
Every tear
I tried to hide
Fell like ink on the other side
I've known love that felt like home
I've known the roads
I've
Walked alone.
I've watched joy
Slip through my hands like
Loosened thread
I couldn't stand.
I
Tried to cut the and singing
Darker dyes, tried to bleach the shadow
Lines, but every scar
And singing] I thought a flaw
Stayed woven in and obeyed no law.
If
You could see the end from start
Why stitch the breaking of my heart?
Why
Leave the questions unresolved
Why let the bitter threads be solved ooh now
I see it from the other side.
The light and dark are intertwined.
Every thread I
Tried to sever is held in hands
That failed me never
Crimson grief and golden grace
Woven tight in time
And place.
Nothing wasted, nothing lost
Every color leads to grace
I was not ruined, I was drawn
Through winter nights
To brighter dawns.
Every sorrow had a role
Every tear was shaped for hope.
He did
Not flinch at darker hues.
He wove them in, He saw them through.
And all my life both
Torn and fair became
His song
His answer prayer
I couldn't read it strand by strand
Couldn't see the weaver's hand, but every knot
I cursed as pain
Was bound in love, not left in vain what
I called broken, torn, undone
Was pulled toward what he'd begun.
With the cloth, behold the frame, the hidden
Work behind my name.
Every valley
Every crest drawn into his righteousness
From first breath to final sigh, from
Trembling fear to lifted
And singing
Eyes, this is the beauty
He has spun, a life made whole in
Christ the son
I see it now and
I am free
The tapestry was mercy
Woven patiently perfectly
For me