Life Is But A Weaving


My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors,
He worketh steadily.

Oft' times He weaveth sorrow,
And I ... in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I see the under side.

Not 'til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
To reveal the reason why.

The dark threads are as needed
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

He knows, He loves, He cares,
Nothing this truth can dim;
He gives His very best to those
Who leave the choice with Him.

~ Author Unknown ~

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