The Pioneer Loom

A woolen thread and then another. Well-ordered chords in rows straight and tight

A pattern forms the garment takes shape. Visions emerge in the Weaver’s sight

The flaxen chord is a lonely strand. Void of all strength ‘till bound with others

The process slow the Maker well knows. A woolen thread and then another

A fledgling group in the Shepard’s hand. Solace found in the coat of the Lamb

A woolen thread and then another. All trust is placed in the Great I Am