The purpose is the prayer
The making for the maker
And the velvet and the wool and the cotton and the silk
a gift to god

Her shadow in a name
A cover meant for comfort
And the yellow and the blue and the purple golden hues
a message meant for love

And if God sewed the skins of man
Then her body belongs in his hands

hmmm

The bullrush and the veil
She's circling a sermon
And the lion and the lamb are singing in his hands
for love

A riot in a string
A song in color sounding
A scattering of time, an offering of light
are meant for love

And if God sewed the skins of man
Then her body belongs in his hands

The grief the pain, the joyful day
all in a tapestry you have made
Your mother's eyes, beneath beside
oh the memory, oh the light

hmmm

Her free and broken square
The patchwork is a mirror
If you follow bending strings to the heart of everything
there's love

The purpose is a prayer
A cover meant for comfort
And the yellow and the blue, and the purple golden hues
are meant for love

The grief the pain, the joyful day
all in a tapestry you have made
your mother's eyes, beneath beside
oh the memory, oh the light

hmmm