By the way, the last name on the heading of this post is not pronounced the way it's spelled. You pronounce the last name to rhyme with the first, which results in a very musical-sounding name.
Because I was asked to sing at church last Sunday, I dug out the old songs I wrote back in the 90's, dusted them off, and practiced them a little. I separated the ones I consider to be good from the big stack of mediocre. One of my favorites of the "good" ones is called "God's Patchwork Quilt", and if Lurrene had not dropped by one day to ask a favor, it would never have been written. Back then I used to sing at various local functions, and when I sang this song I sometimes jokingly said that Lurrene was the co-writer.
Back then I was making myself write a poem every day, sort of a project, a challenge. As you can imagine, this resulted in a lot of lousy poetry, but sometimes a good one came forth from my efforts. Lurrene, a lady I only knew as my neighbor Diane's aunt, called one afternoon and asked if she could come and talk to me, and I told her to come ahead.
She wondered if perhaps I could come up with a poem "or something" that would work into the theme of their upcoming ladies' day. The theme was "quilts".
If someone gave me a one-word topic today and asked me to write a poem, I probably would not even attempt it, but back then I was a pretty prolific writer, so I told her I was sure I could come up with something.
As I started writing, I realized this poem needed to become a song, so I started strumming chords on my guitar and came up with a tune. As with the very few good songs I've written, the thing absolutely wrote itself. I could hardly write the words down as fast as they came to me.
So last week, as I went through the songs trying to decide which one to sing at church, Lurrene Czeshin came to mind every time I would run through "God's Patchwork Quilt. It was the song I was going to sing, but I decided to let Cliff choose, and he picked a different one. He wouldn't have cared what I sang, but I went with his choice.
Lurrene died yesterday at the age, I believe, of ninety, and now I wonder if I was supposed to sing Patchwork Quilt after all. I would have been singing it at about the time she died.
GOD'S PATCHWORK QUILT
When you're in someone's house and see a pretty quilt displayed
Did you ever stop to think about the way that it was made?
Somebody took some remnants and they trimmed them down to size
And created something beautiful that's fit to win a prize.
Now a person without Jesus isn't much to brag about,
Just a dirty, ragged remnant that the devil would throw out.
But Jesus' blood has cleansed us and acquitted us from guilt
And He's found a place to put us in His lovely patchwork quilt.
The pieces all are different, but we share these noble goals:
A life that's worth the living and salvation of the soul!
God trims my ragged edges and conforms me to His will,
And if sometimes I unravel, well, He's working on me still.
Isaiah said our righteousness is naught but filthy rags;
So nothing I could do would give me any cause to brag.
But I'm a part of something for which Jesus' blood was spilt
And when we all work together, we're a lovely patchwork quilt.
We're different shapes and sizes, yes, and different colors too,
But we're all necessary from the Father's point of view.
We each one need the other to perform without a hitch,
So the Lord binds us in unity with love in every stitch.
We once were ragged remnants but we're now a work of art,
And what God joins together, let nobody tear apart!
Don't ever take for granted this old Church that Jesus built,
For He died that we might all become his lovely patchwork quilt.