Sunday, 14 April 2013

Master Weaver

The Master Weaver's Plan

My life is but a weaving
Between the Lord and me
I may not choose the colours-
He knows what they should be
For He can view the pattern
Upon the upper side
While I can see it only
On this, the under side.

Sometimes He weaves in sorrow
Which seems so strange to me;
But I will trust His judgement
And work on faithfully.
'Tis He who fills the shuttle
And He knows what is best
So I shall weave in earnest,
And leave to Him the rest.

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 needed
In the skilful weaver's hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

    Benjamin Malachi Franklin 1882-1965

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