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.
~~ Author Unknown ~~
Happy Wednesday, Sweet Reader!!!
In HIS Most Precious Love....and with mine!!!
Happy Wednesday, Sweet Reader!!!
In HIS Most Precious Love....and with mine!!!
Oh I love this Debbie. Thanks for sharing this. Hugs and blessings, Cindy
ReplyDeleteLove this...I think I have seen it before ages ago.
ReplyDeleteHi Debbie - I love this poem, its so good and so true. God bless
ReplyDeleteTracy
Such a wonderful poem. Have a blessed Sunday.
ReplyDeleteThought-provoking poem. We can't see what God is doing at all. It's all about trusting Him.
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I like being in control but have learned to appreciate how He knows best. Great post.
ReplyDeleteDear Deb, this poem is new to me but the meaning is not. So beautifully worded and so true. I think I will print it out and reread it often. I so appreciate that you have linked to Think on These Things and shared this encouraging post.
ReplyDeleteKindly, Lorraine
Beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteHere is some info about this poem that you might like to know.
ReplyDeleteBy- Benjamin Malachi Franklin
Benjamin Malachi Franklin 1882-1965. He wrote the poem in the late forties. It was first published in ‘The Memphis Commercial Appeal’ newspaper in 1950, per his grandson Bob Corley.