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LIFES WEAVING

 

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 rainbow

Upon the upper side,

While I can see it only

On this, the under side.

 

Sometimes He weaves sorrow,

Which seems strange to me’

But I will trust His judgment,

And work on faithfully

 

At last, when life is ended,

With Him I shall abide,

Then I may view the rainbow

Upon the upper side;

 

Then I shall know the reason

Why pain with joy entwined,

Was woven in the fabric