Life is but a Weaving
By Corrie Ten Boom
My life is but a weaving
between my God and me.
I do not choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oft' times he weaveth sorrow;
and I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
and I the underside.
Not 'till the loom is silent,
and the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
and explain the reasons why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the skillful weaver's hand
As 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.
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