It instantly reminded me of a verse from a wonderful John Hiatt song called “Listening to Old Voices”. Here are the lyrics to the key verse:

There’s a spider at my window

And she spins a web of truth

More beautiful than all these memories

And she surely is God’s artist

As she’s caught the morning dew

It’s a simple prayer that brings me to my knees

I wanted to send you to see a video or at least hear him sing the song, but I couldn’t find a link. For you Hiatt fans out there, I know you’re hearing it in your heads. For those of you who are not yet Hiatt fans, go find some of his music and you will be.