Friday, May 20, 2011

A Beautiful Poem

Yesterday we received a sympathy card from a far away friend.  It was a beautiful hand-made card as so many are these days.  What was different about it was the poem it shared.

I love poetry, especially this type of poetry - that tells a story, and touches one in some way or another.  I read the verse, and just knew I had to share it with you.  It spoke to the crafter in me, but more than that it spoke to the believer in me.

The only thing wrong with this card, is it did not state the author's name - and that saddened me - as a writer, and as a reader.

I hope this touches you as it did me.

  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 Master’s 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 it’s difficult for us
We must understand
That it’s He who fills the shuttle,
It’s He who knows what’s best.
So we must weave in patience
And leave to Him the rest…..
Not till 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.


Author Unknown



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