Jesus standing with a prism of colors.

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 ( ) -- submitted by: William Sutcliffe ]

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