Splice.

A knot that’s not a knot,

But a cord that can’t easily be broken,

As you begin to show us what’s what,

Through your word that’s softly spoken.

Benign. Kind and gentle.

Our King, Lord – this is mental.

By mental, I mean renewed,

When the log in our eyes,

Really does start to be removed.

And the double edged sword,

Cuts away at the troubled double mind,

And reveals that the cross that we’re due to pick up is not far,

But is in our hearts and in our mouths,

– it’s not difficult to find.

So from that moment,

I began to be believing,

I am thankful, Lord,

For this is a story of interweaving.

– splice. Selah.