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 still must understand
That it’s He who fills the shuttle,
It’s He who knows what’s best,
So we must weave 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.
