Threads

There is a thread 
Running between 
The first and last 
Breath that we breathe 

And in this strand 
Of flesh and bone 
Resides the hopes 
And dreams we call our own 

There's a hand 
That sews the threads together 
Around one strand 
Of saving scarlet thread 

Come as you are 
Weary, worn and tattered 
Come and take 
Your place among the threads 

There is a thread 
Sometimes unseen 
Moving through life's tapestry 
And when this strand 
Enters a soul 
It's woven to the One that makes 
Us whole 

And there's a hand 
That sews the threads together 
Around one strand 
Of saving scarlet thread 

Come as you are 
Weary, worn and tattered 
Come and take 
Your place among the threads