Sunday, July 11, 2010

Blessings


The Weaver

My life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me,
I cannot chose the colors
He worketh steadily.

Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the under side.

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 His very best to those
Who leave the choice with Him.
~Benjamin M. Franklin~
1882-1965
Originally printed in The Memphis Commerical Appeal, 1950

5 comments:

Rachel said...

The prayers and hugs continue.....always.

Brynwood Needleworks said...

Dear Jan:
What a lovely verse and a good reminder to all of us. Thank you for sharing. I continue to keep you in my prayers.
xoxo
Donna

Goosegirl said...

I love that poem. So beautiful.
I am continuing to pray for your eyes. I pray you have a restful and encouraging Sunday.

Grandma Ellen said...

Words worth remembering, Jan, and thank you for the reminder. You remain in my prayers.

Kate said...

Just wanted to stop by and let you know that I'm praying for you dear sister! This poem really touched my heart today; thank you for your faithfulness. God will lift you up even though during times of trials it can seem as though you're walking alone. He's holding you carved in the palm of His hand. Rest in Him. Put on some praise music and let His encouragement through song ease your longing. Read about His healing touch in the Word and let your faith be built up. God will lift you up. :) *hugs*

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