THE WEAVER
My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me;
I cannot 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
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why
The dark threads were as
needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and
silver
In the pattern He has planned.
- Benjamin Malachi
Franklin
HE MAKETH NO MISTAKE
My Father's ways may twist
and turn,
My heart may throb and ache,
But in my soul I'm glad I
know
He maketh no mistake.
My cherished plans may go
astray,
My hopes may fade away,
But still I'll trust my Lord
to lead
For He doth know the way.
Though night be dark and it
may seem
That day will never break;
I'll pin my faith, my all in
Him,
He maketh no mistake.
There's so much now I cannot
see,
My eyesight's far too dim;
But come what may, I'll
simply trust
And leave it all to Him
For by and by the mist will
lift
And plain it all He'll make.
Through all the way, though
dark to me,
He made not one mistake.
- A.M. Overton
STEP BY STEP
He does not lead me year by
year
Nor even day by day.
But step by step my path
unfolds;
My Lord directs my way.
Tomorrow's paths I do not
know,
I only know this minute;
But He will say, "This is
the way,
By faith now walk ye in it."
And I am glad that it is so.
Today's enough to bear;
And when tomorrow comes, His
grace
Shall far exceed its care.
And so I rest in His love,
because
The God who gave His Son
Holds all my moments in His
hand
And gives them, one by one.
- Author Unknown
