Sunday, April 3, 2011

The Tapestry

My life is but a weaving, between my God and me,
I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily.
Oftimes 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 reason why.
The dark threads are as needful in the skillful Weaver's hands,
As the threads of gold and silver, in the pattern He has planned.

anonymous
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