Ode to coincidence by Corrie ten Boom
Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 7:17 am
I thought this might help on the rough days to recovery.
"My life is but a weaving, between my God and me
I do not choose the colours, He worketh steadily.
Off times he weaves sorrow, and I in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside.
Not till the loom is silent and shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful in the skillful weaver's hand
As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned."
Janelle
"My life is but a weaving, between my God and me
I do not choose the colours, He worketh steadily.
Off times he weaves sorrow, and I in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside.
Not till the loom is silent and shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful in the skillful weaver's hand
As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned."
Janelle