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.