Thought for the Month -
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 Weavers skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the patten he has planned.
Author Unknown
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