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 From Rags To Riches

Fall we do on crooked roads
Worn, torn garment stitches He sews
Pieces of rags into fine silk
The Fathers love like mothers milk

Meticulous his work not fair
Proclaims all new from sins we bared
And with a stitch in time we'll see
The new person he made of thee

His work not done for greater things
He has in store for those that bring
Their tired souls that need repair
Seamstress of life is CHRIST who cares

A masterpiece made of debris
Tattered the lives that call and plea
To Him who brings to life all dead
Salvation served, multitudes fed

The tailor waits and in his hand
He threads the needle at his command
To stitch anew all those he led
To drink of Him and eat Life's bread

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