Heirloom Weave

[Verse 1]
The old loom creaks a rhythm, slow and deep,
A frayed thread whispers secrets I must keep.
From mountain mists, a kindred spirit calls,
To mend the rents before the fabric falls.

[Chorus]
Behold, He re-weaves the pattern, old threads made new!
With steady hand, His mercies see us through.
Oh, the tapestry unfurls, vibrant and strong,
Where every broken piece belongs.

[Verse 2]
I've watched the verdant valleys, winter-worn,
Seen darning hands embrace a cloth long torn.
Through quiet hours, a silent understanding grew,
The warp and weft of grace, forever true.

[Chorus]
Behold, He re-weaves the pattern, old threads made new!
With steady hand, His mercies see us through.
Oh, the tapestry unfurls, vibrant and strong,
Where every broken piece belongs.

[Bridge]
So let the Hammond wail, let the praises rise!
From fragile fragments, hope now fills our eyes.
This ancient wisdom, fresh for us to claim,
Woven by His everlasting name!

[Chorus]
Behold, He re-weaves the pattern, old threads made new!
With steady hand, His mercies see us through.
Oh, the tapestry unfurls, vibrant and strong,
Where every broken piece belongs.

[Outro]
The heirloom calls, the pattern's plain to see,
His hand has stitched our destiny.