The Scarlet Cord

There was no lifeline through family blood,
no promises passed on through prayer.
Only the bloodline from His past.
A scarlet thread,
bound and wound together,
a cord with the color of life,
made by a weaver who dyed it red with blood.
Woven with the loom of love,
a lifeline coming my way,
thrown over the wall,
bright enough for me to see,
alone and far away like the spies in Jericho.
I saw the sign,
Salvation let down from Heaven
Like a life ring through the air.
I held on tight, He took me in
and salvation came that day.
No earthly reason why I should be saved,
But for God, sending a sign to me,
A wanderer in the land of Jericho.

4 thoughts on “The Scarlet Cord

  1. Cary…jo 🙂 thanks for the link to the detail in the Rahab story. I don't think that part ever sank in. Yes, there's a lot to read out there, I'm always 'gleaning.'

    Glad you're coming this way in the next few weeks…….there will be stories to tell.


  2. Good stuff! AND, I posted about her a few months ago. Not poetic, etc., but pretty straightforward, I think. I'll read Darlene's soon, too… am behind on so many people's posts b/c there are so many out there that I'm reading now. Whew! [On my way West, I'll be spending one night with her, and that would be cool! She's a neat lady…. and bet you are, too.]


Thank you for stopping by...your comments light up my day!

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s