My life is but a weaving
Between the Lord and me;
I may not choose the colors-
He knows what they should be.
For He can view the pattern
Upon the upper side
While I can see it only
On this, the under side.
Sometimes He weaves in sorrow,
Which seems so strange to me;
But I will trust His judgment
And work on faithfully.
'Tis He who fills the shuttle,
And He knows what is best;
So I shall weave in earnest,
And leave to Him the rest.
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 needed
In the Weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
- THE MASTER WEAVER'S PLAN by Unknown Author
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a/n: it's been 3 months since i updated this wow sorry guys. anyways my pastor read this poem in church and thanks to google i was able to find it.
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