Saturday Poetry Corner: Life Is But A Weaving (The Tapestry Poem)

 

 

"So teach us to number our days, that we may present a heart of wisdom." 
(Psalm 90:12)

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 My life is but a weaving

 

Between my God and me.

 

I cannot choose the colors

 

He weaveth 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

 

Will God unroll the canvas

 

And reveal the reason why.

 

 

 The dark threads are needful

 

In the weaver's 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 the very best to those

 

Who leave the choice to Him. 

 

 

 

 

"My Life Is But A Weaving"
Attributed to
Corrie ten Boom 
(1892-1983)
Christian writer/speaker
Author of "The Hiding Place".