My life is but a weaving Between the Lord and me; I may not choose the colors– He knows what they should be.
For He can view the pattern Upon the upper side While I can see it only On this, the underside.
Sometimes He weaves in sorrow, Which seems so strange to me; But I will trust His judgment And work on faithfully.
‘Tis He who fills the shuttle, And He knows what is best; So I shall weave in earnest, And leave to Him the rest.
Not ’til 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.
by AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Based upon research, have discovered that more than one person has been credited with authorship of this poem. For now, have decided to list it as “author unknown” until there is further clarification. Corrie ten Boom. These words said Corrie ten Boom, the author of many many books. I feel honored and humbled that I may show you this poem she constantly presented in her life as a token of love to God and let you know about her. As Corrie ten Boom said the true author of this poem is still unknown. I am only the one who gives through.
with love, Sylvia Frances Chan Wednesday, 20 December 2017
CORRIE ten BOOM is a Dutch Evangelist who rescued many Jews from ******'s hands during WW II. She had traveled around the world to tell about the many Wonders she got from God during her life, especially during those war times.