My faith is a great weight hung on a small wire, as doth the spider hang her baby on a thin web, as doth the vine, twiggy and wooden,
hold up grapes like eyeballs,
as many angels dance on the head of a pin.
God does not need too much wire to keep
Him there, just a thin vein, with blood pushing back and forth in it, and some love.
As it has been said:
Love and a cough cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough.
Even a small love.
So if you have only a thin wire,
God does not mind.
He will enter your hands as easily
as ten cents used to bring forth a Coke.