Husband of Ella Williams.
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Known residency: Tallahatchie Co, MS and Mississippi Co, AR
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Life is But a Weaving
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
Oft' times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.
Not ‘til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal 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 the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.
Benjamin Malachi Franklin 1882-1965 wrote the poem in the late forties. It was first published in 'The Memphis Commercial Appeal' newspaper in 1950, per his grandson Bob Corley.
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Known residency: Tallahatchie Co, MS and Mississippi Co, AR
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Life is But a Weaving
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
Oft' times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.
Not ‘til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal 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 the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.
Benjamin Malachi Franklin 1882-1965 wrote the poem in the late forties. It was first published in 'The Memphis Commercial Appeal' newspaper in 1950, per his grandson Bob Corley.
Husband of Ella Williams.
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Known residency: Tallahatchie Co, MS and Mississippi Co, AR
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Life is But a Weaving
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
Oft' times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.
Not ‘til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal 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 the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.
Benjamin Malachi Franklin 1882-1965 wrote the poem in the late forties. It was first published in 'The Memphis Commercial Appeal' newspaper in 1950, per his grandson Bob Corley.
---------------
Known residency: Tallahatchie Co, MS and Mississippi Co, AR
----------------
Life is But a Weaving
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
Oft' times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.
Not ‘til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal 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 the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.
Benjamin Malachi Franklin 1882-1965 wrote the poem in the late forties. It was first published in 'The Memphis Commercial Appeal' newspaper in 1950, per his grandson Bob Corley.
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