The Thread
Crisp mountain air
Crystal-clear water reflecting
God’s Glory
Slipping into place
Your missing rib, finding myself
Folding into perfect position
Whole, home,
Like our hearts have always known
That the thread of fate has bound us beyond
Blood, skin, and bone
Dry moss, Amber
Warm honey,...
Crystal-clear water reflecting
God’s Glory
Slipping into place
Your missing rib, finding myself
Folding into perfect position
Whole, home,
Like our hearts have always known
That the thread of fate has bound us beyond
Blood, skin, and bone
Dry moss, Amber
Warm honey,...