The Weaver
My life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me.
I cannot choose the colors;
He worketh steadily.
Oftimes 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,
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.
Mold me and make me Lord. Break me. Weave Your plan into my life.
posted by natz at 12:38 AM
3 Comments:
that goes along with what Luke posted about Refining. We know so little, while God knows all. Yet, it's so easy to try to take things into my own hands instead of simple trust and obey. Good perspective.
Not only do the dark threads mold us and make us better...they emphasize the gold threads. If we had no bad what could we compare good to?
That's funny you should mention simply trusting and obeying, Justin. Confession. I used to not like the song "Trust in Obey" in our Hymns of Zion. It annoyed me and we always sounded... off key or something. But within the last year, it has become very dear to my heart for some reason. I think because it finally means something to me, when before, when I was ten, it really didn't.
Joel- Good point. It's easy to know God is good when He doesn't challenge us or makes things simple. It's when He throws in those dark, scary threads and all we have left to do is grab His hand and hold on is when we realize He really is good. And all He does is good.
OK, this is getting longer than my orginal post... :)
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