Life Is But A Weaving

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


Will God unroll the canvas


And reveal 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.

“Life is but a Weaving” (The Tapestry Poem) by Corrie ten Boom