My Life Is But A Weaving

Just sharing with you today a favorite poem. I hope you have a beautiful and restful Sunday.
Blessings and Sunshine, Valerie

My life is but a weaving 
Between my God and me. 
I cannot choose the colors 
He weaveth steadily. 
Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow; 
And I in foolish pride 
Forget He sees the upper 
And I the underside. 
Not ’til the loom is silent 
And the shuttles 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. ~ 


4 Responses to My Life Is But A Weaving

  1. What a cute little painting and thanks for the sweet poem. I hope you are having a nice Sunday. Take care and enjoy your week too.
    Julie

  2. Stephanie says:

    Hello my friend! Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem and the picture you painted is darling!

    Have a lovely week. Hugs!

  3. Valerie says:

    Dear Stephanie,
    Thank you so much! =)
    Blessings,

    Valerie

  4. Valerie says:

    Dear Julie,
    Thank you so much! My paintings are one of my great joys in life. =)
    Blessings,

    Valerie

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