Perfected Past 

With lightness of our hearts does time stand still
As through that dawn our past as one revealed—
A single thread by sin before concealed—
Now seen through eyes of our surrendered wills
To be held at each end by Weaver’s hand
Who in and out weaves it a part of whole,
With our consent to fingers future holds,
Unbinds the past, redeems all human strands:
To draw together all creation made,
Pulls back through Eden’s gate to Garden new
Where on a hill the Tree of Life once grew–
Now grows a Cross forever lights death’s shade
And colors threads with life from first to last:
Becomes the future that’s perfected past.