LDS
O’er waiting threads upon my thoughts there swept a gentle power Illumined thoughts with kindness, words Until the Holy Hour Amidst the gloomy clouds outside A gentle pattern formed Of words of truth, of Love, of Right To brighten darkest morns LIke a gentle spinning wheel Inside our Master's room Gratitude and Harmony Did thread around the loom Love for God with every turn Was felt by old and young And as the wheel did spin its yarn Came thanks from everyone Never stopping, ever weaving The loving wheel goes round Quilting good for every hour With blessings most profound