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Our family is like a patchwork quilt
With kindness gently sewn Each piece an original With beauty all its own With threads of warmth and happiness Its lightly stitched together To last in love throughout the years Our family is forever. (Author: unknown) |
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http://www.gallatinquiltguild.com/quilting.htm
Click on this and take a look at the prom dress half ways down the page....Priceless!!!!! |
I wrote this one to go with all my baby quilts.
This quilt of may colors was made with love and joy, I hope it helps to welcome your precious girl or boy. Use it during playtime or when they go to sleep Use it when you cuddle them, the chill away to keep. Wrap this quilt around them when on an outing you go This quilt was given to be used, not just made for show. And as mother childern can make a mess I know, If the quilt gets dirty, in the washing machine it can go. |
Dragonfly Nana,
That's beautiful.... Thanks for sharing that! |
Thanks. I love the ones you have sent the links to also.
Amazing how the words can speak to our hearts. |
I Think God is a Quilter
I think God is a quilter Who takes His needle and thread To piece our world from nothingness And give it form instead. I think God is a quilter And everything I see Are pieces from His careful hand From tree to bumblebee. I think we see God's stitches His texture everywhere: The velvet moss, the grainy sand, The silky strands of hair. I think God is a quilter Stitching tight and tiny rows Adding to my scraps and pieces Seaming everything He knows. I think he cuts the pattern From what I'd throw away. He shows me how to use each scrap In His redeeming way. I think God quilts a pattern From everything I live; But He can only stitch the quilt From what I choose to give. I think God is a Quilter Stitching strength where I am weak. Showing me that life He touches Embraces everything I seek. I think God is a Quilter From the patience in each thread; Proving length of time no barrier; Treating time a gift, instead. I think quilts are lessons God uses just to teach That our pieces and our remnants Have kaleidoscopic reach. So, in the live I'm living With pieces everywhere I'll give them to the Quilter To stitch with loving care. I'll give them to the Quilter Unwanted though they be And with his work of quilting He'll make a quilt of me. |
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