Wrapped in this homemade quilt

I’m feeling safe and warm

This ragged, old quilt is a family legacy

Blessed with beauty and charm.

Long ago the cloth was new and crisp

Its threads untouched and clean

Now our history spread before us

A reminder of the many forgotten dreams.

Hidden among these lovely patches

Are aspirations of young and old

Dreams of the wise and foolish

As the family story unfolds.

This old quilt is a keepsake

The stories it could tell

I rest content within its fold

Wrapped in the magic it weaves so well.

God’s love is that special magic

As each of us experienced His grace

Weaving itself through every thread

Into the patchwork of praise.

Nita Noble

Tullahoma