Silver Threads


The threat of death,
The Breath of Life,
Combatants upon my chest
The battle is over now,
And my body is at rest.
God's Guardian Angels
Standing by had seen
The fear upon my face,
Knowing, not at all,
There was no race.

For long ago, in my hand,
God's silver thread was sewn,
That gave me life
And bound me to his own.

The fear upon my face
Was not of death alone,
But of not knowing what awaited me
In my heavenly home

God's silver threads
Intertwines with our souls,
Makes us a part of Him,
Silver threads among the gold

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