You reached into my heart
and drew it out like a ball of yarn.
You found the end immediately,
though I’d tried hard to hide it
You began to unravel me,
plucking out every piece of dirt
and every dustball from the brown wool
that had sat beneath my bed for so long.
You looked into my inmost being
and sorted through all the mess.
You found someone worth loving
even when I’d tried to run from You
In sickness and in health You carried me
far and wide on Your journeys,
showing me miracle after miracle
as you washed my wool white as snow.
Then one day You set me gently at Your feet
and began to pull my threads.
It hurt so much and I questioned Your goodness,
but I was so shortsighted.
After much pulling, tying, and stretching,
You placed me on Your lap and whispered to me.
And I saw how beautiful I’d become
at my Creator’s fingertips.