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 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.
ReplyDeleteAmazing.
ReplyDeleteThank you Barbara. Words of wisdom.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem Barbara.
ReplyDeleteIt 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.
hugs,
Barb
A great poem!
ReplyDeleteWonderful words to remember.
ReplyDeletePatsy
Soooooo true!
ReplyDeleteYour snow photos were beautiful Barabara and I'm amazed at the difference in what the park looks like in the summer. Stay warm!
ReplyDeleteI am thankful for the Truth the poem declares. We can trust the Weaver!
Lovely poem!Trust and faith.
ReplyDeleteI'm so thankful He is the master weaver!!!
ReplyDeleteSusan
Nice thoughts Barbara.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteYour photos below are pure magic!
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.
ReplyDeleteJust 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.
ReplyDeleteNo 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.
What a lovely poem Barbara. I hadn't heard it before.
ReplyDeleteMore snow due tomorrow up here. Trade is slow as most people are staying home- pavements are very icy.
Nearly finished the coat. :-)
Hi Barbara,
ReplyDeleteI 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,
A lovely poem to share!
ReplyDeletePomona x
that's a beautiful poem. funny how God always reminds us that we can't see the whole picture.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful doesn't do it justice. Thank you for sharing.
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