My life is but a weaving, between my Lord and me.
I cannot choose the colors, He works so steadily.
Oft' times He weaves in sorrow, and I, in foolish pride,
forget he sees the upper, and I, the underside.
The dark threads are as needed, in the Weaver's skillful hand,
as the threads of gold and silver, in the pattern He has planned.
Not till the loom is silent, and shuttles cease to fly,
will God unroll the canvas, and explain the reason why.
~ Benjamin Malachi Franklin
"Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord,
and whose hope the Lord is."