Life journey winding,
Patterns undulating, overlapping, weaving community.
Touch as you pass, smile, hold the moment as God holds you in His heart.
By Mary Fleeson, ‘Life Journey’.
The Weaver –
I weave into my life this day
the presence of God upon my way.
I weave into my life this hour
the mighty God and all His power.
I weave into my sore distress
His peace and calm and no less.
I weave into my step so lame
healing and helping of His name.
I weave into the darkest night
strands of God shining bright.
I weave into each deed done
joy and hope of the Risen Son – Jesus Christ.
By David Adam – Tides and Seasons.
The tangled roots from which I spring
nourish my depths and
send out shoots for growth;
separate yet entwined
friends, relatives, strangers
and people I don’t like,
we grow together in intricate relationship.
Weaver God, pick up the threads
of my experience
craft the pattern and, in Your time,
By Anne Lewin – waiting for the Kingfisher.