This poem hangs prominently in my home and is a reminder that while I am creating designs to praise God; Jesus continually works to reshape and form the woman, I call me, into a masterpiece designed by Him. Just thought I would share....
Our lives are but fine weavings That God and we prepare, Each life becomes a fabric planned And fashioned in His care. We may not always see just how The weavings intertwine, But we must trust the Master's hand And follow His design, For He can view the pattern Upon the upper side, While we must look from underneath And trust in Him to guide... Sometimes a strand of sorrow Is added to His plan, And though it's difficult for us, We still must understand That it's He who fills the shuttle, It's He who knows what's best, So we must weave in patience And leave to Him the rest... Not till 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 needed In the Weaver's skillful hand As the threads of gold and silver In the pattern He has planned. ---Author Unknown Comments are closed.
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"And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us, And establish the work of our hands for us; Yes, establish the work of our hands." ~ Psalm 90:17, NKJV
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