Throughout the hours of my day,
Woven in its "fabric"
And all I think or do or say.
Amongst the threads You quietly weave
I find priceless threads of gold.
Your handiwork is beautiful,
A lovely gift my day to mold.
"Because thy lovingkindness is better than life, my lips shall praise thee. Thus will I bless thee while I live: I will lift up my hands in thy name.
Psalm 63:3-4 KJV
© 2015 Arlene Schwartzkopf