Thursday, 7 January 2010

Behind My Life

I do not make New Year resolutions but felt it wise to remind myself of this poem and share it here with you.

Behind my life, the Weaver stands
And works His wonderous Will.
I leave it in His all-wise hand
And trust His perfect skill.

Should mystery enshroud His plan
And my short sight be dim,
I will not try the whole to scan,
But leave each thread with Him.

Not till the loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unfold the pattern
And explain the reason why.

The dark threads were as needful
In the Master's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern which He planned.

Author Unknown


I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

I love that poem. It's so true. We don't know what's ahead but it is all in His plan. Thanks for sharing that on this cold January day.

Mike said...


Sara said...

Thank you Barbara. Words of wisdom.

Barb said...

What a lovely poem Barbara.
It is very comforting.

I hope the weather is a bit better.
Your pic's (always) are stunning.
I miss the snow but i think I would rather look at the pictures than be walking in it.

Stay warm.


Martha said...

A great poem!

bennie and patsy said...

Wonderful words to remember.

Needled Mom said...

Soooooo true!

Willow said...

Your snow photos were beautiful Barabara and I'm amazed at the difference in what the park looks like in the summer. Stay warm!

I am thankful for the Truth the poem declares. We can trust the Weaver!

zetor said...

Lovely poem!Trust and faith.

Susan said...

I'm so thankful He is the master weaver!!!

Winifred said...

Nice thoughts Barbara.

Elizabethd said...

A beautiful poem.

Elizabeth said...

A beautiful poem.
Your photos below are pure magic!

Vee said...

It is a very nice poem and one I've not heard before. It reminds me of Corrie ten Boom's analogy of the work upon the loom. It's those dark threads that are concerning for sure, yet we can know that He is going to finish the work He has begun.

a woman who is said...

Just a thought about the hyacinth bulbs.You could force them inside for some wonderful scent and color right now. I just put my bulbs on some rocks or clear marbles and add water just touching the bottom of the bulb.
No fuss or mess with potting soil. Then when the weather permits I plop them in the ground. It may take them a year or two to recover though.

Anonymous said...

What a lovely poem Barbara. I hadn't heard it before.

More snow due tomorrow up here. Trade is slow as most people are staying home- pavements are very icy.

Nearly finished the coat. :-)

La Petite Gallery said...

Hi Barbara,
I see we are close in age, I am 73
and I feel it. I think the poem is so touching. We are getting More snow tomorrow, I just bought 3 lobsters of the boat steamed them/baked potato,home mad bread and took it to my little friend Barbara. He hasn't eaten in 2 weeks Just had a colon operation.
Well she ate. Take care stay warm,

Pomona said...

A lovely poem to share!

Pomona x

Shelle said...

that's a beautiful poem. funny how God always reminds us that we can't see the whole picture.

Freda Marie said...

Beautiful doesn't do it justice. Thank you for sharing.