Tuesday, March 16, 2010

The Divine Weaver



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

Oftimes He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget that He seeth the upper,
And I the under side.

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 needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern of His hand.
~ Anon




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