Sunday, June 06, 2010

Life is but a weaving...

My life is but a weaving, between my God and me,

I do not choose the colours, He worketh steadily.

Oft times he weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride

Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside.

Not till the loom is silent, and the shuttles cease to fly,

Will God unroll the canvas, and explain the reasons why

The dark threads are as needful in the skilful weaver's 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 with Him.

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