Author Unknown... probably a seamstress or Quilter....

My life is but a weaving  . . . . .

 Between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors........ He weaveth steadily ....

Ofttimes He weaveth sorrow . . .


And I, in foolish pride,
Forget....  He seeth the upper
and the underside.

Not till the loom   is silent,



and the shuttles cease to fly..... Shall God unroll the canvas 

 and reveal the reasons Why.

The dark threads . . . . 

  are needful.... in the skillful weavers hand...........

Along with the threads of gold and silver and blue, and yellow, and green.....

....   There is a reason and a path
                     In the Pattern He has planned for me!!!