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 though it's difficult for us
We still must understand.
That's 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.
May this be a great comfort to those who have recently lost loved ones, especially in sudden / violent ways
RIP
https://www.mccowensecord.com/m/obituaries/Larry-Kailey-Walker/Memories
Dedicated to the memory of Kailey and Larry Walker, June 3, 2021.
Maranatha,
Anna