poem

i was listening to a great talk by john bytheway called "5 scriptures that will get you through almost anything" in which he quoted this poem:

"my life is but a weaving between my God and me
i do not choose the colors; He worketh steadily
oft times He weaveth sorrow and i in foolish pride
forget He sees the upper and i the underside.

"not til the loom is silent and the shuttles cease to fly
will God unroll the canvas and explain the reasons why
the dark threads are as needful in the skillful Weaver's hands
as the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned."