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.
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