the Weaver

back to the recent question my daughter asked me re: why she was so sick, why is a question that will come and go throughout her lifetime, mine and yours.  

there's a song i learned in the 70's from my friend annie that says it quite well. if you haven't heard it, it's worth knowing the words anyway. my handout is inaccessible right now, therefore this is from memory and may not be accurate. i also think there's a 3rd verse. here goes:

my life is like a weaving between my God and me,

i do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily.

sometimes He weaveth sorrow

and I in foolish pride,

forgets He sees the upper

and I the underside.

chorus:

until the loom is silent and the shuttles cease to fly

will God unvail the canvas and explain the reason why

the dark threads are as needful in the skillful Weaver's Hands

as the threads of gold and silver, in the pattern He has planned.

and when each thread is in it's place

and the final plan is known

and God has laid His loom to rest

and called His children home.

until then I won't be afraid

'cause the Lord is by my side

He's the Master of my footsteps

He's the Master of my life

chorus:

until the loom is silent and the shuttles cease to fly

will God unvail the canvas and explain the reason why

the dark threads are as needful in the skillful Weaver's Hands

as the threads of gold and silver

in the pattern He has planned.

yes the dark threads are as needful in the skillful Weaver's Hands,

as the threads of gold and silver

in the pattern He has planned.