Stitches
(c) 2003 CJ Hughes


The things my daddy used to say
when I got sent home from school
all the times my momma prayed
that when I went without, love would make do
every teacher that ever paid me attention
every friend that stood firm
when my name was wrongly mentioned

down through my years
when the hands I fold
are wrinkled and withered
I'll thank the Lord above
for the things that hold
my wayward life together
the stitches

the arms that held me like a child
when I lay bleeding or broken
each single tear I ever cried
over a wound I closed or opened
every person, familiar or unnamed
that cared enough to give me hope
at any hill along life's way

down through my years
when the hands I fold
are wrinkled and withered
I'll thank the Lord above
for the things that hold
my wayward life together
the stitches