Weaving noble traditions ~ Past,
present & future!
My life is but a weaving between my God and me,
I do not choose the
colors, He worketh steadily.
Oftimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish
Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside.
Not till the loom
is silent, and the shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the canvas and
explain the reasons why.
The dark threads are as
needful in the skillful Weaver's hand
As the threads of gold and silver in
the pattern He has planned.
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