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The Plan Of The Master Weaver
I received this poem on a Sympathy Card when my Dad died. It's been a great source of comfort to me, and every time I see this card, I buy every one I see, so I can pass on the comforting message.
That God and we prepare Each life becomes a fabric planned And fashioned in His care.
We may not always see just how The weavings intertwine But we must trust the Master's hand And follow His design.
For He can view the pattern Upon the upper side While we must look from underneath And trust in Him to guide...
Sometimes a strand of sorrow Is added to His plan And though it's difficult for us We still must understand.
That's it's He who fills the shuttle It's He who knows what's best So we must weave in patience And leave to Him the rest.
Not till 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 needed In the Weaver's skillful hand As the threads of gold and silver In the pattern He has planned.
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