Leave the Choice with Him

The Weaver and I

My life is but a weaving, between my God and me,
I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily.
Ofttimes he weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride
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 threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.

He knows, He loves, He cares,
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives His very best to those
Who leave the choice with Him.               


It's not really known who has written this poem - but it was such a blessing to read and I wanted to share it with you all. He has a different perspective than what we do and so we may not understand why things are allowed to come into our lives. But we can trust Him, because God rules! :O)

Be sure to come back tomorrow. I will be starting a 3 part series about the Jericho Road - some great questions will be answers and new understanding into a parable will be shared. See you then! :O)