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Our lives are but a weaving
Made out of tender, threads of care
Each piece of someone's heart we touch
Adds to the stitching there
Each day we rise we're given
Another chance at life
We must adorn our basic quilt
With squares of strength, and light
Some darn their quilt with hatred
While others darn their quilt with care
Most forgetting that this weave of life
Can ravel, stretch, and tear
Each thread we stitch along the way
Becomes a stitch forever sewn
One we cannot change the pattern of
With things we've done, people met, and known
It's up to us which way we weave
Our quilt of life each day
For we can make a difference
In a heart along the way
If we weave our quilt of life
Without taking special care
We take this gift for granted
With nothing notable to share
Our lives are but a weaving
Made out of tender, threads of care
Each piece of someone's heart we touch
Adds to the stitching there.
Written by Debbie Looney
My Dream World of Inspiration
Copywrite 1/4/2005
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