Weaving
Weaving
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*"*The Plan of the Master Weaver*"*
Author Unknown
Our lives are but fine weaving
That "God" and we prepare
Each life becomes a fabric planned
And fashioned in "His" care
We may not always see just how
The weaving intertwines
But we must trust the Masters hand
And follow "His" design
For He can view the pattern
Upon the upper side
While we must look from underneath
And trust in "Him" to guide
Sometimes a strand of sorrow
Is added to "His" plan
And though it's difficult for us
We still must understand
That it's "He" who fills the shuttle
It's "He" who knows what's best
So we must weave in patience
And leave to "Him" the rest
Not till the loom in 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.
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