~ ~ **The Plan Of The Master Weaver** ~ ~

~ Our Lives Are But Fine Weavings That God And We Prepare, Each Life Becomes A Fabric Planned And Fashioned In His Care. ~

~ We May Not Always See, Just How The Weavings 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 Through 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 Him To 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, Are Also In The Pattern, He Has Planned. ~

~ ~ **With My Deepest Sympathy** ~ ~