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.
Grasping this new grace, welcomed
by the omnipresent Pursuer.
No earthly reason why I should be saved
but for God sending a sign to me,
A wanderer in the land of Jericho.
Nancy Franson says
atSo glad you re-posted this. I'm clinging to that scarlet thread for all I'm worth.
Jody Lee Collins says
atCary…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.
caryjo says
atGood 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.]
http://caryjo-roadrunner.blogspot.com/2012/02/t-here-is-one-detail-in-joshua-2-in.html
Angel says
atBeautiful 🙂