The Plan Of The Master Weaver | Memorial Poems

The Plan Of The Master Weaver
(Memorial Poems)

Our lives are but fine weaving’s
That God and we prepare ..
Each life becomes a fabric planned
And fashioned in His care.

We may not always see just how
The weaving’s intertwine ..
But we must trust the master’s hand
And follow His design.

For He can view the pattern
Upon the upper side ..
While we must look from underneath
And trust in Him to guide.

Sometimes a strand of sorrow
Is added to His plan ..
And though it’s difficult for us
We still must understand.

That it’s He who fills the shuttle
It’s He who knows what’s best ..
So we must weave in patience
And leave to Him the rest.

Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly ..
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.

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.