A scarlet thread of quiet grace,
Woven through time, through time and space,
In ancient scrolls where names unfold,
A deeper, wilder story's told.
Not just the kings of power and might,
But women stepping through the night,
Whose courage carved the royal line
To cradle hope, a light divine.
First, Tamar stands in grief and dust,
Betrayed by broken laws and trust;
Yet by her daring, fierce and bold,
The seed of Judah kept its hold.
Then Rahab, standing on the wall,
Who watched the doomed city fall;
A stranger with a crimson sign,
Adopted into grace's line.
In fields of barley, Ruth appears,
Through quiet grief and loyal tears;
A Moabite beneath the glean,
Became a mother to a queen.
And Bathsheba, of sorrow deep,
Whose shattered heart the shadows keep;
Yet from her halls of grief and pain,
God built a throne, a higher reign.
Last, Mary, young and undefiled,
Who bore the wonder of a Child;
With whispered fiat—Let it be—
She locked the past to set us free.
Five threads of scarlet, grace unknown,
That led a Savior to a throne;
Through outsider, outcast, mother, maid,
The grand redemption was arrayed.
Woven through time, through time and space,
In ancient scrolls where names unfold,
A deeper, wilder story's told.
Not just the kings of power and might,
But women stepping through the night,
Whose courage carved the royal line
To cradle hope, a light divine.
First, Tamar stands in grief and dust,
Betrayed by broken laws and trust;
Yet by her daring, fierce and bold,
The seed of Judah kept its hold.
Then Rahab, standing on the wall,
Who watched the doomed city fall;
A stranger with a crimson sign,
Adopted into grace's line.
In fields of barley, Ruth appears,
Through quiet grief and loyal tears;
A Moabite beneath the glean,
Became a mother to a queen.
And Bathsheba, of sorrow deep,
Whose shattered heart the shadows keep;
Yet from her halls of grief and pain,
God built a throne, a higher reign.
Last, Mary, young and undefiled,
Who bore the wonder of a Child;
With whispered fiat—Let it be—
She locked the past to set us free.
Five threads of scarlet, grace unknown,
That led a Savior to a throne;
Through outsider, outcast, mother, maid,
The grand redemption was arrayed.