Poet’s Corner, The Weaver

My life is but a weaving

Between my Lord and me,

I cannot choose the colors

Nor all the pattern see.

Sometimes He chooses 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 He reveal the pattern

Or tell the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful

In the weavers skillful hand,

As the threads of gold and silver

In the pattern He has planned.

– Unknown

Brenda Morgan, Brenda Cares Corner

God, Life and the Bible

Christian Minister

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