Her seams are fitted into His Theme
Well woven into the fabric of the King
Tailormade with jewels to impress
Yeah, put this dress on the hit list
Up there with the two witnesses
Outfitted precisely for this last business
She seeks to display an entire collection
To have her day on that great week of inspection
She gave good measures unto the creation
To redress all of those grievances
Now mended with loving sensation
Tasked with the keeping up of appearances
Adjusting all unraveled hems as a ministry
Sewed up to specifications, rendered with industry
Perceiving the seven thunders that uttered
She heard and then took to her lacings
Looming over the warp and the weft
You know that the Bride is hastening
To present herself ready with making
Because she will never be left
And behind it all there is indeed
This grand design that all will see
He's the Weaver and we're the twine
And the twain shall never sunder
The craft is sure, a shuttle of wonder
Like what Humble For Yah say,
"I already ascended/ I'm a descendant"
You know all bright sequins are hidden away
And if the elites really knew what that meant
They would not have rent the real ones away
For the mysterious patchwork quilting will stay
Layered right into Hebrews chapter eleven
Well woven into the fabric of the King
Tailormade with jewels to impress
Yeah, put this dress on the hit list
Up there with the two witnesses
Outfitted precisely for this last business
She seeks to display an entire collection
To have her day on that great week of inspection
She gave good measures unto the creation
To redress all of those grievances
Now mended with loving sensation
Tasked with the keeping up of appearances
Adjusting all unraveled hems as a ministry
Sewed up to specifications, rendered with industry
Perceiving the seven thunders that uttered
She heard and then took to her lacings
Looming over the warp and the weft
You know that the Bride is hastening
To present herself ready with making
Because she will never be left
And behind it all there is indeed
This grand design that all will see
He's the Weaver and we're the twine
And the twain shall never sunder
The craft is sure, a shuttle of wonder
Like what Humble For Yah say,
"I already ascended/ I'm a descendant"
You know all bright sequins are hidden away
And if the elites really knew what that meant
They would not have rent the real ones away
For the mysterious patchwork quilting will stay
Layered right into Hebrews chapter eleven