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.