The Weaver.......between my Lord and me.....

The Weaver


My life is but a weaving

between my Lord and me,

I cannot chose 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.

~Benjamin M. Franklin~

1882-1965

Originally printed in The Memphis Commerical Appeal, 1950