My Life Is But A Weaving

My Life Is But A Weaving My life is but a weaving between my Lord and me; I cannot choose the colors, He worth steadily. Oft times he weaveth sorrow and I in foolish pride forget He see the upper, and I the underside. Not t'til the loom is silent and the shuttle 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 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 to Him - Benjamin M. Franklin PRODUCT INFORMATION: Artist Card printed on Museo fine art paper with archival ink. Blank inside.  Also, available as a print or framed piece.   Calligraphy by Holly Monroe