THE SCARLET IN THE PURPLE ROBE

If time were a royal, purple robe,
And heaven were a throne,
And earth be made a footstool;
Then where is mercy shown?

In the purple, Praise His Holy Name,
Is woven a scarlet thread!
It tells me of His precious blood
And the cross where it was shed.

In majesty, then, find Mercy.
In His holy demands, see Hope.
In the purple there runs a scarlet thread,
As strong as any rope!

'Though He be the Prince of Life,
And man, in sins, be dead;
There's hope, for in the purple robe
There runs a scarlet thread.

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THE SCARLET THREAD

On the wall of time, hangs a tapestry;
Each thread, a human life.
It seems, at first, a senseless tangle
Full of darkness, sin and strife.

Then, through the whole, a scarlet thread
Brings order to the scene.
It brightens up the darkness,
Gives beauty to the mean.

It touches one thread; an ark is built;
Then another! a nation appears;
Still others and defeats become victories
And promises are seen through the tears.

Through ages, dark with vile persecution;
O'er land and 'cross seas, it does twine,
Circling thread after thread, bringing beauty,
'Till it touches the one that is MINE!

Then, I see in the center, as bright as the sun,
A cross. And like rays that are shed,
From eternity to eternity, giving hope and light
From there comes the Scarlet Thread!

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