Our lives are but fine weavings that God and we prepare
Each life becomes a fabric planned and fashioned in His care
We may not always see just how the weavings intertwine
But we must trust the Master’s 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 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 Weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned
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