The Weaver
My life is but a weaving betwixt the Lord and me,
I do not choose the color– He worketh steadily.
Oftimes He weaveth sorrow and I in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside.
Not till the loom is silent, and the shuttle 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.
“The Weaver”- Grant Colfax Tullar
This speaks to my heart, when I get anxious, fearful, discontent with where God has me. He knows. Period. He knows exactly what He is doing, my tiny scope can only see what my tiny scope can see.
There is no fear; when there is fear of the Lord.
-R
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