by Peggy Jo
Friends are like angels
Who brighten our days.
In all kinds of wounderful ways
Their thoughtfulness comes,
As a gift from above.
And we feel� surrounded,
By warm caring love
Like upside-down rainbows
Their smiles bring the sun,
And they fill ho-hum moments,
With laughter and fun.
Friends are like angels,
Without any wings.
Blessing our lives,
With the most precious things
My life is but a weaving
Between the Lord and me
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Of times 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 & silver
In the pattern He has planned.
Author Unknown
a friend ;~))