Wednesday, June 24, 2015

The Tapestry

My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.

Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
and I the underside.

Not ’til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal 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 the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.

Corrie Ten Boom

I found this on the She Reads Truth facebook group today.  If you have never seen She Reads Truth check it out here.  This is a very easy, and interesting daily women's devotional.  I am addicted to it

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