A life of stripping,
A life of pain,
Don’t spare the needle!
It’s for my gain!
The Bride must have HER garments fair,
Woven by Him, for HER to wear.
That Golden Thread,
His Divinity,
Must become a part of ME,
Taken deeply by HIS hand,
Every piercing, every strand.........
‘Painful! Painful! is her cry,
Only the needle has the eye,