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is Corrie ten Boom´s Favorite Quote.


The Master Weaver’s Plan

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.
J B Moore Dec 2017
To my once dearest friend,
I simply wish to make amends,
I know that you've moved on
It's my turn to go.

But what's it like to realize
That what we felt were only lies
And not for real?
Did it catch you by surprise,
And did he open up your eyes
To how you feel?
I just want to know, my friend;
What's it like to fall in love again?

I often wished to write, but then,
I feared upsetting you again.
I really should move on,
But I need to know.

Will I look into her eyes
Only to think of all the times
I looked at you?
Will not everything she does
Simply remind me of the love
That I first knew?
I just want to know, my friend;
What's it like to fall in love again?

I can't help thinking of
The day I get to fall in love
And show how far I've come,
That I've let go.

But what's it like to realize
That your first love was all a lie
And not for real?
When she looks me in the eye
Will it catch me by surprise
just how I feel?
I just want to know my friend;
What's it like to fall in love again?

I'm not sure how I'll feel.
How will I know if it is real,
Or if it's better that I run;
I need to know.

Will she catch me off my guard
And will I feel within my heart
A love that's strong?
Or will I know upon first sight
When I'm with her I am right
Where I belong?
I just want to know, my friend;

Will she help me off the ground
And will I at last be found
As I take her hand?
It hurt like nothing else before
When you knocked me to the floor,
I couldn't stand.
Though I know you said we can't be friends;
Tell me, what's it like to fall in love again?

9/10/14
matilda shaye Oct 2017
SHAPESHIFTING
7/25/2014
in under two minutes
I could shed my skin
my limbs aren't my own-
to be in your presence
to feel the warmth
hearing breaths, chest moving
If your arms are around mine
the shift becomes inside
like the plates of the earths core
positioning right into each other
filling each other, filling me up
shapeshifting
I'm not me when I'm with you
I'm indebted to this feeling
take my skin;
my veins -
rip out my entire being
shapeshifting
for you
Audrey G Oct 2017
We never see it but is always there
and we know it is there, we can feel it
Maybe because we are not prepare
to open our eyes to this great world


Where the moon is never the same
and a new painting is always there  
waiting to be discover in a shy frame
made of dreams and wishes of gold F

To open our eyes we are never too old
But yet we can be too small to realize
That this world can be warm and cold
kellie scranton May 2017
My mind was on holiday
It couldn't quite take me far enough away
To escape your moral decay
I was always lured with bait
It took a decade to turn to hate
I'm sorry I left the party
I gazed into your eyes and saw tomorrow  
Only time will tell
If I broke the spell
It's not easy to leave you
In your rendition of hell
Traveler Apr 2017
They ascended
Left me
Earth bound
The world
Ended
Yet
I'm still
Around

Flesh
Eating
Monsters
Hunt
Where
I sleep
Still I own
This
Soul
That
You
Seek
...
Traveler Tim
Life is awesome
In any state of mind.
SassyJ Jan 2017
The lowly amber circles attune
on the savanna grass of Serengeti
as the glow penetrates our tent
where the hungry hyenas nudge

At the dawn of four thirty
when dew recollects on the green
and the lioness pawn are grounded
at the lawn where we once laid

You are possessive and protective
rejective and a handsome danger
hypnotized by spells of the acacia trees
dancing under the thousand stars

As I unlearn the memoirs of the past
within the decorative adventures
where the world was ours to hold
in shades of deep blue and reds  

Float baby, stow on the highways
where we changed to hues of black
with beautiful stacked memories
in the wild chasing the leopards

Flow baby, stroll on the railways
where we felt a million tunes
tracking hunts and ******* rants
cautious of the predatory play

Fight baby, sew the sutured heart
where once a love was a lullaby
at the drop of the Kilimanjaro
unfreed from all the carry-ons
Sweet memories 2014
The reflection came too late
and now
I must wait,
for the mirror is
fogged.

Dogged by the memory
of the years
that passed by me,

I see shadows,
halo's of lights.

I fight my way up
no use staying here
not when the new year
is on the horizon..

It's funny.

I always trust being
on the cusp.
Deeba Sep 2016
I stand on the pathway with blank eyes,
With a big frown staring at the sky;
I see the darkness behind the sun light,
alas, they could read the fear in me with an insight.

But they don't, as there is no darkness remains here after,
It is only my fear, fear of failure which is masking  the joy with a plaster.

I know that fear will lose the battle one day,
and inner strength will join the hands with joy.
allowing me to see only brightness behind the sunshine and no other darkness hereafter.
Remembering the struggles of my past and how i overcame it with positivity. Hope this happiness and optimism stays with me forever.
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