There was no faithline, no family

promises passed on through prayer.

Only a bloodline from Creation’s

start, scarlet thread bound and wound

together, a cord 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~

a cord in the window~ bright enough

for me to see, alone and far away

like spies in the promised land.

I saw the sign let down from Heaven,

salvation like a life ring through the air.

Grasping new grace, I welcomed my

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.

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