I want to be a mirror of thy light
Reflecting all that's good and true and right,
Shining forth with truth in day and night,
Weaving threads of love, their colors bright.
My grandmother; she wove these threads each day
In kindnesses she did and words she'd say.
Lifting other's spirits by a baked good or a card-
Any act of kindness never seemed to be too hard.
As she gives her time to help lift up another.
My Mother's fine example of creativity
Is a thread of brilliant color in my lovely tapestry.
There's no excuse for me to go astray
By all these fine examples everyday.
A tapestry of Love -The Saviors way,
Lighting other's paths along the way.
