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I pray that you be woven Lord Into the fabric of my life That I might always speak of you Continually both day and night I pray that you be sewn Into the hems of my mind So that I may always see And never to truth be blind I pray that you reside Within each crease and seam So that you be always with me That I may from your presence glean I ask that within my heart lord Your hand do its binding So that there I might keep you lord To be found your word always minding I ask you do the darning When I become weak and worn May your hand gently repair When my fabric lord is torn I pray dear lord be the double stitch That holds my life together So that when at last this life I leave I will live with you forever Lord help me to allow your spirit To own each fiber of thread That is woven and sewn into my life Till that day my body is dead Take this piece of linen lord Unworthy as it may be Weave into it,sew into it and within every stitch I pray your presence be I ask that your skillful hands my Lord Tenderly operate the loom And as the cloth is made I pray it is by you consumed
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Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 8:45 AM UTC
Be The Fabric of Who I Am Lord
I pray that you be woven Lord Into the fabric of my life That I might always speak of you Continually both day and night I pray that you be sewn Into the hems of my mind So that I may always see And never to truth be blind I pray that you reside Within each crease and seam So that you be always with me That I may from your presence glean I ask that within my heart lord Your hand do its binding So that there I might keep you lord To be found your word always minding I ask you do the darning When I become weak and worn May your hand gently repair When my fabric lord is torn I pray dear lord be the double stitch That holds my life together So that when at last this life I leave I will live with you forever Lord help me to allow your spirit To own each fiber of thread That is woven and sewn into my life Till that day my body is dead Take this piece of linen lord Unworthy as it may be Weave into it,sew into it and within every stitch I pray your presence be I ask that your skillful hands my Lord Tenderly operate the loom And as the cloth is made I pray it is by you consumed
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robert-blankenship
American
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 8:45 AM UTC
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