You feed me threads of colour woven
through the tapestry you have chosen
for my life, there have been choices proffered
and I may freely act on what's been offered.
What will happen if I feed the colour back
in the complete wrong direction, off track?
Scientifically deserted, mathematically absurd
to turn away from equations and the written word.
But I feel loved behind the tapestry, unseen
hands keep feeding colours, it certainly must mean
that there is not so much a right or wrong.
Rather I discover you send me what belongs
for moments such as these, when it comes to me
that my life is not determined by another history.
I must weave the colours given in the way that pleases
and find out for myself who you are to me, Jesus.