My life is but a weaving betwix the Lord and me,
I do not choose the color - He worketh steadily.
Offtimes 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.
I do not choose the color - He worketh steadily.
Offtimes 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.
Grant Colfax Tullar
Lord,
If I say I am willing to follow You, how far would I go? What if I go through the valley of the shadow of death and my hopes are only met with sorrow and disappointment? How far will I go when You call me to Your fellowship of suffering?
You know my heart, My Lord and Savior. Lead me all the way and present me faultless in Your Presence for Your Glory and with exceeding Joy!
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