On the other hand, I did go to Sunday school and church to praise God and ask Him for forgiveness so I took care of the most important thing of the day. While in Sunday School, someone shared the following poem and I thought it quite appropriate to share with you.
THE WEAVER
My Life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
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.
Grant Colfax Tuller
HAVE A BLESSED WEEK!
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