The Pattern of His Glory
By Anita T. Kumeh
Before the mirror stood a dream,
wrapped in color, truth, and flame.
A woman once quiet, now redeemed,
whispered softly Heaven’s name.
Her dress — a hymn of threads and hues,
Ankara blooms in bold display,
Each stitch a story God once used,
to weave her night into new day.
The needle hummed, her heart aligned,
pattern meeting destiny;
What once was hidden, now refined —
a portrait of identity.
She didn’t dress for worldly eyes,
nor for applause or fleeting fame,
but for the One who dignifies
each garment sewn in Jesus’ name.
So when she turned, the mirror spoke —
not of fabric, form, or face,
but of the hands that gently woke
her soul to wear His grace.
Faith Reflection — Isaiah 61:10
When God clothes us, it isn’t with fabric but with favor — a garment of salvation woven from grace. Every thread declares His righteousness, reminding us that true beauty is being wrapped in His glory.
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