The Weaver

The following poem was sent to me by a dear church friend while I was still pregnant with Karinne.  At the time, I was working on weaving the special blankets for Karinne and wrote about them in a journal entry on my Caring Bridge site entitled "Threads of Love" (which you can read by clicking here.)  I thought it so amazingly and fittingly expressed the journey that we were certainly on.  And now in this week's bible study chapter, the poem was included again.  What a special blessing.  I definitely plan to include these touching words on a scrapbook page about the weavings.  I hope it touches you like it has me. . .

The Weaver

My life is but a weaving

Between my Lord and me,

I cannot choose the colors - 

He worketh steadily.

Ofttimes He weaveth sorrow,

And I in foolish pride

Forget He sees the upper

And I, the underside.

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 needful

In the Weaver's skillful hand

As the threads of gold and silver

In the pattern He has planned.

-Grant Colfax Tuller