My Life is but a Weaving
My life is but a weaving between my God and me,I do not choose the colours, He worketh steadily.Ofttimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride,Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside. Not till the loom is silent, and shuttles cease to fly,Will God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.The
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