My Life Is But A Weaving
My life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors,
He worth steadily.
Oft times he weaveth sorrow
and I in foolish pride
forget He see the upper,
and I the underside.
Not t'til the loom is silent
and the shuttle cease to fly
shall God unroll the canvas
and explain the reason why
The dark threads are as needful
in the Weaver's skillful hand,
as 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 to Him
- Unknown author
PRODUCT INFORMATION:
Artist Card printed on Museo fine art paper with archival ink.
Blank inside.
Also, available as a print or framed piece.
Calligraphy by Holly Monroe
