Quote:
Here you go...
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.
Anonymous
Thank you!!! I loved it when I read it years ago, and never forgot some of it. . .going to print it off, make a pretty fancy script copy on good paper and frame it. Helped me through some pretty dark days. A very dear friend of mine lost her son to aids, and they were a minister family, so very hard for some people to understand how "this" could happen to them, and I wrote her a letter using the woven threads theory. She remarked to me what a beautiful letter it was, and what a good comparison to the grief they endured over it.
Here you go...
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.
Anonymous
Thank you!!! I loved it when I read it years ago, and never forgot some of it. . .going to print it off, make a pretty fancy script copy on good paper and frame it. Helped me through some pretty dark days. A very dear friend of mine lost her son to aids, and they were a minister family, so very hard for some people to understand how "this" could happen to them, and I wrote her a letter using the woven threads theory. She remarked to me what a beautiful letter it was, and what a good comparison to the grief they endured over it.