The Master Weaver

My life is but a weaving
between my God and me;
I cannot choose the colours.
He worketh steadily.

Ofttimes He weaveth sorrow
and I in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper
and I the under side.

Not till the loom is silent
and the shuttles cease to fly,
Will 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 the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.

(Author Unknown)

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Author: Daniel

I am a Christian who is seeking to build God's Kingdom.