Poem: "THE WEAVER" by Grant Tullar*
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
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.
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
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
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.
He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.
Praise & Prayer
God uses every hardship and trial in my life to weave, form, and create me in the image of Christ. Thank you, loving Father, for reminding me through this holy scripture that You know every detail of my life, and nothing can escape Your sight. Lord Jesus, I ask You to please strengthen my faith when I face adversity or disappointments caused by others. Holy Spirit, please empower me this day to work harder and grow stronger as a follower of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Don't let my faith fail. I pray in Jesus' mighty name.
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