Weavings

My life is but a weaving
between my God and me.
I may not choose the colors
But He knows what they should be.

For He can view the pattern
Upon the upper side
While I see it.....
Only on the underside.

Sometimes He weaveth sorrow
Which seemeth strange to me
But I will trust His judgment
And work on faithfully.

Tis He who fills the shuttle
For He knows what is best
And I shall weave in earnest
And leave with Him the rest.

At last when life has ended
With Him I shall abide
Then I may view the pattern
Upon the other side.

Then I shall know the reason why
Pain with joy entwined
Was woven in the fabric of life
......That GOD designed.

~ Shawnee Kellie ~

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art by Judy Gibson

May you have 
enough happiness to make you sweet,
enough trials to make you strong,
 enough sorrow to keep you human,
 enough hope to make you happy.