My life is but a weaving between my Lord and me;

I don't pick the colors, but He works steadily.

Sometimes He weaves me sorrow and in my foolish pride

I forget He sees the upper and me the lower side.

The dark threads are as needful in the Weavers skillful hand

As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.

And not until that loom is silent and the bobbin ceases to fly

Will He unroll that canvas and explain the reasons why.

So brother and sister you keep trusting and it won't be long you'll see

All His sovereign grace and mercy that He knit thru you and me

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You will never know God by what He does. You will know Him by who He is and what He says, or you will not know God at all. God's not going to tell you why. He's not in the business of explaining Himself. He does not owe us an explanation.

-- (bygrace@thru.faith), August 03, 2000

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soooooo,=BE HAPPY----DON,T--------WORRY!!! HE,S IN CONTROL!!!

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-- (nemesis@awol.com), August 05, 2000.

Kool inspiration.

-- a believer (in@the 4th.com), August 06, 2000.