My life is but a weaving between my god and me I may not choose the colour but HE knows what they should be for HE can view the pattern upon the upper side while i see it....only on the underside. sometimes HE weaves sorrow thats strange to me but i will trust HIS judgement and work faithfully Its HE who fills the shuttle for HE knows what is best and i ought to weave in earnest ,leave rest to HIM At last when life has ended ,with HIM shall i abide Then i may view the pattern upon the other side Then shal i know reason why pain with joy entwined was woven in the fabric of life....that HE designed...
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