Jesus, the Scarlet Thread

A thread of scarlet runs unseen,

through orchard green and exile’s keen.

It binds the dust of Adam’s fall

to promise whispered through it all.

In ark and altar, flame and flood,

in patriarch, judge, and royal blood—

it never snaps, though frayed and worn,

it holds the hope of worlds reborn.

Until at last, in flesh and breath,

the Word steps in beneath our death.

And every knot of sin and shame

is gathered up in Jesus’ name.

Now all of Scripture sings as one:

the scarlet thread and God’s own Son.