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“My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.
Not ’til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal 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
He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.”
-“Life is but a Weaving” by Corrie ten Boom
This so very beautiful... Ah! I love this poem, dear Moriah! I'm so glad you shared these beautiful words by a wonderful and courageous lady! Thank you sweet friend - you are a true blessings! Hugs to you!
ReplyDeleteOh Moriah, thank you for posting this poem! Just the other day I was trying to remember a poem by Corrie Ten Boom ... haha this was the poem I was TRYING to remember lol ;)
ReplyDeleteThank you for the encouraging posts ;)
Blessings, Alisha