The threads of the tapestry woven on the
loom of life, sometimes become frayed and torn.
His children born into abuse and neglect
take longer to sew and piece together,
Producing a fabric of beautiful flowers!
With blossoms brighter than those who have no struggles,
a richer cloth stitched with stronger threads, watered with
tears of joy!* * * *
To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose
under heaven…
“A time to tear and a time to mend”
Ecclesiastes 3:7
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