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.