The world is sewn by hands unknown
Through mercies small through seeds once sown
Each life a stitch each tear a seam
Each meeting part of someone’s dream
We walk we fall we call it chance
But fate moves quiet in its dance
The ones we heal the ones we miss
Are woven deep in hidden bliss
We never see the full design
Yet trust it bends toward divine
The chaos hums with secret grace
That mends the tears we can’t replace
Love unseen through time expands
Guided by those patient hands
Faith is stitched through what withstands
The thread of unseen gentle hands