By Corrie ten Boom
"My life is but a weaving, between my God and me.
I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily.
Ofttimes 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 shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why,
The dark threads are as needful in the skillful Weaver's hand.
As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned."
2 comments:
Very sweet!
I don't choose the colors, I see the underside...that is so awesome. Thanks for sharing, Beth! I'm going to hang onto this one.
Still praying about the house...
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