My life is but a weaving
between my God and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
Ofttimes 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 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.
Ofttimes He weaveth patience,
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 reason why.
The tapestry is a reminder
that life's trials and tribulations
Are part of a greater design,
crafted by a loving hand.