Make my heart, O Lord,
A ready canvas to receive
Needlework pricking,
But ne'er making my pallor bleed.
Let my heart, O Lord,
Be ready, pure, patiently true,
To undergo the needle work,
Making me like you.
A ready canvas to receive
Needlework pricking,
But ne'er making my pallor bleed.
Let my heart, O Lord,
Be ready, pure, patiently true,
To undergo the needle work,
Making me like you.
Remove the twisted,
Clustered stitches of my callow heart,
Replace these with colorful threads,
Woven in your art.
Your dexterous touch is all my soul
Needs to become rich tapestry.
Your gentle hands e'er mend longing,
Crooked stitches with your breath
Of Beauty.
