If I could a Tailor or a seamstress be
I’d sew a fine garment for you and for me
Not of wool  fabric, or silk soft on the hand
Nothing expensive or in lots of demand 

It would cover us both from head to toe
And fill us with caring like few ever know
Woven by the hand of God up above
Each fiber and thread created with love 

It would be any color we wanted to see
This garment I’d fashion for you and for me
It would never wear out, be in need of repair
And when worn correctly could sorrows share 

It could cross any barrier thrown in its way
God’s thread would be in it, as we went through each day
No child would be hungry, know anger or hate
Pure love would be worn like  fine food on a plate 

Weapons would not travel with kids to school
For the ‘Golden Rule’ would be everyone’s tool
There’d be no bigotry or gangs to fear
No sharing of  things that drove away cheer 

When life was over and its sun finally sat
We’d know were we’d traveled and where we were at
We’d sing with the angels far up in the skies
Be able to almost see life through God’s eyes 

Wearing our garments throughout each day
Would help us all live in a much better way
The elderly folks would not fear growing old
But be sheltered by younger ones stronger and bold  

Yes, if I could a Tailor or seamstress be
I’d sew a fine garment for you and for me
Not fabric of wool or silk soft on the hand
Nothing expensive or much in demand 

It would cover us both from head to toe
And fill us with caring like few ever know.
It would be woven by God up above
With each fiber and thread created in love