My heart aches as I wait here in silence.

The beating goes on like a drum.

Too busy to worry, too peaceful to weep.

I rest in the thought that our meeting will come.

Can you feel my love, as my soul tugs this string?

God tells me you can and this makes my soul sing.

This string, you see, has been woven in time.

And it holds us together, no reason or rhyme.

I’m right here at the end of this single red thread.

Holding onto our love as you lay down your head.

Don’t you worry if they can not run to your cries.

I am here, I do care, and there’s love in my eyes.

This red thread may be long and it may be quite thin.

But to us it’s as strong as our love from within.

Others too are attached, some are old, some are new.

And each plays a key part in the story of you.

You are loved, my dear child, God tells me its true.

For He’s made us a promise to make our world new.