An Figh Dhè
[The Weave of God]
Come Living Word weave Your design
into the fibres of my flesh.
Holy Spirit play each fibre of my soul,
with a cellist’s bow weave airs from tensioned strings:
Wind my warp with love’s fibre
tension my essence with Scripture’s voice.
Thread my fibre to rise and fall in place,
mend my heddles with discerning grace.
Set my shed by power of the Cross,
throw Your shuttle betwixt my soul, mind and flesh.
Pass wisdom’s weft over and under
weave my phronema in Your plaid.
© Craig A Roberts, 2024
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