Saturday 29 December 2012

Blog 59 - The Weaver

I was tidying out some drawers today and found this poem.

The Weaver

My Life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.

Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the under side.

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 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 His very best to those
Who leave the choice with Him.


Because God is already in our future He can see the pattern of our life. He can see the dark times we have gone through and He can see what we have learnt from them and how we have grown in character and strength.


© 2012 by Jenny Woolsey
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