Thursday, August 19, 2021



The Tapestry


My life is but a weaving 
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colours 
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 hands,
as the threads of gold and silver 
in the pattern He has planned.

Anonymous

This poem has been inspirational my entire life. We don't understand why God allows bad things to happen to good people, but only when we realise that it is all part of the beautiful tapestry that God is weaving with our lives, will we be able to accept why the difficult times of loss, pain and grief, were necessary to complete His perfect design. 

~ Joy Weever ~ 




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