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

but I the underside...

Not till 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 needed

in the Weaver's skillful hand...

as threads of gold and silver

in the pattern life has planned.

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