UK Bible Students Website.Poem for the Day
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MY life is but a weaving
He chooses all the color
And works on steadily.
Ofttimes He weaveth sorrow,
And
I, in blinded pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the underside.
In
the Weaver’s skilful hand,
As
the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
And
the shuttles cease to fly,
Will
God unroll the fabric,
And show the reason why.
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