Words intertwine through the tapestry of my mind,
As the flying shuttle weaves its way through my thoughts and emotions,
Each new thread engages the fabric of my being,
I am pushed, enveloped, integrated, tied in knots at times.
Each word I write is a part of the finished product,
The person I’ve become through life’s complex twists and turns.
Each thought has shaped my relationships, my goals and dreams,
But the One creating the tapestry knows what He’s doing,
Even when I go off track, He knits me carefully back into His perfect design,
He alone gives me words and thoughts to use for His glory.
He keeps me silent when I need to be.
Help me to be still and know that you are God.
Lord, make me an instrument for you!