My Life is but a weaving between my Lord and me; I cannot choose the colors He worketh steadily. Oft times He weaveth sorrow And I, in foolish pride, Forget He sees the upper, And I the under side. Not til 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 Weavers 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 His very best to those Who leave the choice with Him. Job 7:6 My days are swifter than a weavers shuttle, and they come to an end without hope. But we all know there is hope. Job found that out as well. Blessed Friday everyone and remember to be kind to others. We never know their struggles. God sends people into our path for a reason. Maybe to test us and not them on that day?
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 12:15:39 +0000
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