My life is but a weaving Between my God and me;
I may not choose the colors, He knows what they should be.
For He can view the Pattern Upon the upper side,
While I can see it only on this, the under side.
Sometimes He weaveth sorrow, Which seemth strange to me;
But I will trust His judgement, And work on faithfully;
'Tis He who fills the shuttle, He knows just what is best;
So I shall weave in earnest And leave with Him the rest.
At last, when life is ended, With Him I shall abide,
Then I may view the Pattern Upon the upper side;
Then I shall know the reason Why? pain with joy entwined,
Was woven in the fabric Of life that God designed.
I may not choose the colors, He knows what they should be.
For He can view the Pattern Upon the upper side,
While I can see it only on this, the under side.
Sometimes He weaveth sorrow, Which seemth strange to me;
But I will trust His judgement, And work on faithfully;
'Tis He who fills the shuttle, He knows just what is best;
So I shall weave in earnest And leave with Him the rest.
At last, when life is ended, With Him I shall abide,
Then I may view the Pattern Upon the upper side;
Then I shall know the reason Why? pain with joy entwined,
Was woven in the fabric Of life that God designed.
My life is but a weaving Between my God and me;
I may not choose the colors, He knows what they should be.
For He can view the Pattern Upon the upper side,
While I can see it only on this, the under side.
Sometimes He weaveth sorrow, Which seemth strange to me;
But I will trust His judgement, And work on faithfully;
'Tis He who fills the shuttle, He knows just what is best;
So I shall weave in earnest And leave with Him the rest.
At last, when life is ended, With Him I shall abide,
Then I may view the Pattern Upon the upper side;
Then I shall know the reason Why? pain with joy entwined,
Was woven in the fabric Of life that God designed.
I may not choose the colors, He knows what they should be.
For He can view the Pattern Upon the upper side,
While I can see it only on this, the under side.
Sometimes He weaveth sorrow, Which seemth strange to me;
But I will trust His judgement, And work on faithfully;
'Tis He who fills the shuttle, He knows just what is best;
So I shall weave in earnest And leave with Him the rest.
At last, when life is ended, With Him I shall abide,
Then I may view the Pattern Upon the upper side;
Then I shall know the reason Why? pain with joy entwined,
Was woven in the fabric Of life that God designed.
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