Sunday, February 12, 2012

Life is but a weaving, a poem written by Corrie Ten Boom

Praise God I found this poem by Corrie Ten Boom from thetapestrychurch.blogspot.com.


"My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.


This weaving is displayed in the home of
Corrie Ten Boom. She often would use it in
talks, and if you go on a tour of her house
the guide always shows it underside first.

Not ‘til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal 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
He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.
After the reading the other side of the
weaving is shown.


 http://plymouthcf.org/media/pdf/HiddenHurtingHealed.pdf

2 comments:

  1. That is BEAUTIFUL!!! Very well said!!

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  2. Very beautiful indeed, Faith! Glad you like it!

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