The TAPESTRY OF MY LIFE
My life is but a weaving......Between my Lord and me.
I cannot choose the colors.......He works so steadily
Oft times He weaves in sorrow......And I, in foolish pride.
Forget, He sees the upper.......And, I the underside.
Not till the loom is silent......And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the tapestry,...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!
Swam this morning and met the Christensons for lunch at Hot Dog on a stick! Not feeling very good today, my knee hurts.
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