THE MASTER WEAVER

I watched the Master Weaver sit
Before His loom one day
While weaving back and forth dark strands
Of black and ashen gray.

So steadfastly He wove the threads,
Gently placing every one;
I wondered what He had in mind
When His tapestry was done.

I could not see the pattern then
The Weaver had in mind,
But I knew when it was finished
It would have Divine design.

For this Weaver was an artist
Whose works stood on display,
Each one a masterpiece to see
For all who passed their way.

Something so very beautiful
From threads as dark as night,
A true heavenly creation
Emerged before my sight.

He said, “This is your life, My child,”
As I stood there in dismay,
Of how He used each darkened thread,
And I bowed my head to pray.

“Forgive me, Lord, for questioning
The trials of the night,
For now I see You had a plan
Concealed then from my sight.

God said, “I know My plans for you:
To prosper and to bless,
To give to you eternal hope
And a life of happiness.


Copyrighted by Linda J. Stevenson.
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