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
