"THE PLAN OF THE MASTER WEAVER"

Our lives are but fine weavings

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 Masters 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 its difficult for us

We still must understand

That its He who fills the shuttle

Its He who knows whats best

So we must weave in patience

And leave to Him the rest...

Not until the loom is silent

And the shuttles cease to fly

Shall God unroll the canvas

And explain the reasons why

The dark threads are as needed

In the weavers skillful hand

the threads of gold and silver

n the pattern he has planned