Deborah (debris4spike) wrote,
Deborah
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Just Having a Bad few Moments -

Reading of sad news on a friends LJ this morning, I linked her to this poem, that I have next to me on the pc.  As I told another friend yesterday, I had been low, and a comment she made really cheered me up ... So, thought I would share this (again possibly) with you all ... but mostly, just read it for myself -

My Life is but a Weaving

My life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose 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.

~Author Unknown

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