Master

How then can the Master Weaver weave
Unless He snaps some threads and seams
How can a Builder then build up
Unless there is demolition

For a tapestry that needs new form
Needs some frayed ends to be shorn
A building that’s become a ruin
Needs to fall to make new room

So allow yourself then now to fall
When Master Builder does so call
And when the Master Weaver needs
Choose to let go of your seams

For only then can you become
What Yahweh calls you out: a son
And only then will you ever see
What Yahweh called you out to be

So give Him glory and submit
To the Spirit of Lordship
The Master Weaver has a plan
And you are safe now in His hands.

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