I dreamt that God gave me

a golden needle and silver thread,

as we walked along the river of life

looking at all the tears being shed.

The fabric of man’s souls has been torn

the fraying of men’s cloaks shows wear

where weary hands have even bled

scraping, scratching, clawing in fear.

   I dreamt that God gave me

   golden needle and silver thread,

With a nod of the head and a tilt of the chin

God said, “We can make this new once again.”

With this golden needle, we can begin

piercing the coldest of hearts deep within,

Using silver thread to bind the tear

from where tears therein do flow,

binding love within every stitch here

with a dash of Faith where wear let go.

    I dreamt that God gave me

    a golden needle and silver thread,

So, I sat and sewed and sewed some more

replacing the frays using abundant care

shaping and softening every stitch called for

to bind the souls that once were rendered bare.

As the long rays of the golden sun

gave over to the silver moon’s sudden glow

He gave a nod, a wink of His eye, saying, “Son,

job well done; you have stopped the tears flow.

    I dreamt that God gave me

   a golden needle and silver thread.