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The Plan of the Master Weaver
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,
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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. |
