My Life is But a Weaving

My 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 the underside.

Not 'til the loom is silent and the shuttles 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 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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Calligrapher: Holly V. Monroe