The Heart Of A Quilter
She hurries through dishes and many chores,
Just so she can sit down once more;
Not for a rest, but a blessing to be ~
A soft quilt to cradle the newest baby.
She has taken much time in the choosing process,
Colors that soothe and soft touch to caress;
Fabric that feels like skin to the touch.
That’s what the babies enjoy so much.
She wants something happy and a batting that holds;
Dries quickly and fluffs up, right under his nose.
In her secret heart, she hopes he’ll connect
This quilt with his comfort - security check.
For, there, in the stitches and binding are found
Well wishes and blessings in prayers. She has wound
Around all the edges with touches of love,
Interceding to God for help from above.
"Bless this life, Father, with health and good will;
A happy heart and service to fill.
All of his days, may he whisper to Thee
And, at the last, grant there’ll be Heaven to see!"
When it’s finished, the quilter’s heart’s satisfied.
But, she just heard of someone who's just arrived
At the doorway of illness and, probably, needs;
A warm quilt to wrap up around his feet!
And Jesus, in Your life, on our cold old earth,
You’d have liked her quilt ~ at the time of Your birth.
I wish she’d have been there, her comfort to give.
But, in these, whom she services, Lord, You live!
"....You have done it unto me..."
Joan Clifton Costner
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