Life is but a weaving
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me
I can not choose the colors
He weaveth steadily
Oft' times He weaveth sorrow
And I am in foolish pride
Forget he sees the upperside
And I the underside
Not' till the loom is silent
And the shutters cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal the reason why
The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern he has planned
He knows, He loves, He cares
Nothing this truth can dim
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him
Corrie Ten Boom
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