Life weaving


The Master Weaver’s Plan
by: Benjamin Malachi Franklin

My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me
I do not choose the colors,
He worketh 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 explain the reasons why

The dark threads are as needful
In the skillful weaver’s hands
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned


(this poem was often quoted by Corrie ten Boom
as she traveled and spoke around the world)

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