The weaver

My life is but a weaving
Between God and me.
I may 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.

This 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