Although the threads of my life have often seemed knotted, I know, by fatih, that on the other side of the embrodery there is a crown. -Corrie Ten Boom

       The Weaver
My life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oftimes he weaveth sorrow,
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I, the underside.
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 needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern he has planned.

-Grant Kolfax Tuller