There is no place too far
in this world I can wander,
no dark recess so deep
where your hand cannot reach-
You hem me in.
In my comings and goings,
in my victories and defeats
in my honest (and not so honest)
desire for transformation
You hem me in.
In my lowest lows and darkest sorrows,
in the beauty of a transcendent moment,
in the sometimes tedium of daily life-
You hem me in.
You hem me in
I am captive and held
with painstaking stitches
in the boundary of your love.
You regard my transgressions
and hold them tenderly,
Then sever these bindings
and let me go free.
You are always before me
ever watchful as I roam,
You find me in darkness,
and lead the way home.
You are a God of capture
and a God of release
You are a weaver and sower
Your hem is my peace.