Weavings
My life is but a weaving between my God and me.
I may not choose the colors but He knows what they should be.
For He can view the pattern upon the upper side
While I see it.....only on the underside.
Sometimes He weaveth sorrow which seemeth strange to me
But I will trust His judgment and work on faithfully.
Tis He who fills the shuttle. For He knows what is best
And I shall weave in earnest and leave with Him the rest.
At last when life has ended with Him I shall abide
Then I may view the pattern upon the other side.
Then I shall know the reason why, pain with joy entwined
Was woven in the fabric of life......that GOD designed.
(author unknown)
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