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Anna Annointing
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4th of July can be a happy time for some, for others it can be a lonely time or sad time for whatever reason. I will not be with my loved one on this day and therefore feel a sense of sadness. I came upon this poem today as I was cleaning my house.......
The Weaver:
My life is but a weaving between the Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors he worketh steadily.
Ofttimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper and I, the underside.
Not till 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.
"To everything there is a season , a time to weep and a time to laugh" Eccl 3:4
The Weaver:
My life is but a weaving between the Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors he worketh steadily.
Ofttimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper and I, the underside.
Not till 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.
"To everything there is a season , a time to weep and a time to laugh" Eccl 3:4
