"The Weaver"
J.B. Hernley
My life is but a weaving between my Lord and me,
I may not choose the colors, 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 weaveth sorrow, which seems strange to me;
But I will trust His judgment and work as faithfully;
’Tis He who fills the shuttle, He knows just what is best,
So I shall weave in earnest and leave with Him the rest.
Not til the loom is silent and the shuttles cease to fly
Shall
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