The Divine Weaver
My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me
I cannot choose the colours
He weaveth steadily
Oftentimes He weaveth sorrow
And I in foolish pride
Forgetteth He seeth the upper
And I the underside
Not till 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 needful
In the weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned
~ William Sutcliffe ~
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[ by: William Sutcliffe, Copyright © 2011 ( Williamsutcliffe@o2.co.uk ) -- submitted by: William Sutcliffe ]