Wednesday, January 24, 2007

The Weaver

While I was knitting I kept thinking about this poem.

My life is just a weaving
Between my Lord and me.
I cannot change the color
For He works most steadily.

Oft times He weaves the sorrow
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.

Until the loom is silent
And the shuttle cease to fly,
Will God roll back the canvas
And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful
In the skillful Weaver's Hand
As the golden threads of silver
He has patterned in His Plan.

That was the original poem printed in a newspaper. There are other versions but the one above has been authenticated as the original. Read more here.

I like this version:

My Life is but a weavingMy Life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.

Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the under side.

Not til 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.

He knows, He loves, He cares,
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives His very best to those
Who leave the choice with Him.

Beautiful words and it reminds me to keep trusting in Him to make my life beautiful---even when the threads become dark.

Happy Birthday to my other younger sister - Ruth. Don't even worry about getting older, when you catch up with me--- then you can be bothered by your age.

Millie finally had her surgery after 3 PM. Adam said Doctor Newell said she did well and all went well.

29 days


Constance said...

Glad to hear Millie's surgery went well. Will this help her to awaken?

I hadn't read your weaving poem in a long time. It always hit home for me because I'm a cross-stitcher. If all I ever looked at was the underneath side, it would be discouraging. It's amazing how bits of color and combinations of stitches all come together and make a beautiful picture.

Anonymous said...

Connie, your new granddaughter Raegan is BEAUTIFUL! It made me want to cry looking at the pictures. She looks great in her little sweater and booties, how precious you made those. What talent in the VanWingerden family! So happy for you, I can't wait to hold little Raegan! :)
with much love ~Tammylou Shaw (Cypher) ;)

Connie Marie said...

Benjamin Malacia Franklin is the author of that beautiful poem which he originally named "Just a Weaver" and I have done embroidery and cross-stitching too and my undersides are not anything I would want to show to anyone. Lots of knots and long hops across because I didn't want to cut the thread and restart in a new area, hehe. But I know how you feel about the hidden side being discouraging. Yes, the bright colors are beautiful but the dark colors make them shine brighter.

Hi Tammy! Good to see you here. You will love to get those easy cuddles from Raegan Mae now when she gives them so willingly! I have not seen your little one for a long time! Give her a hug for me.

Connie Marie said...

Oh, about Millie's permanent shunt. I asked Adam about that and he said that the Dr says this would allow faster draining to occur. If that is what the reason for this surgery is, we are being hopeful it will be good for Millie.

Kerri said...

That's a very nice poem, Connie. It's a great reminder to keep trusting that God knows what's best for us. Thank you for sharing it. :o)

I'm glad the surgery went well.

Kiana said...


Thanks for the nice comment you left earlier. I love the poem you posted, I plan on saving it and maybe posting it myself if I get the time.

I read a little about your sister and wanted to let you know all of you are in my prayers. We just had someone close to us wake up from a comma against all odds, I really feel for you. Uncertainty like this with a loved one is so hard. It's good you have put your trust in the Lord.

In His love,