Thursday, March 10, 2016

The Weaving

'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 underside.

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 Weaver's skillful hand,
as the threads of gold and silver
in the pattern He has planned.'

Benjamin Malachi Franklin

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