Working with the Weaver

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Weaving Wonders

 

The Weaver

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

I cannot choose the colours but He works on steadily.

Often times He weaves in sorrow and I in foolish pride

Forget He see the upper, and I the underside.

Nor till the loom is silent and the shuttles cease to to fly,

Does God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful as the weaver’s skilful hands,

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

He knows. He loves. He cares– Nothing the truth can dim

He gives the very best to those, who leave the choice with Him.

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Prayer Power

Undone, Unsaid

The prayer that’s left unsaid:

 

Like a letter that’s unwritten

Like a book that lies unread,

Like a field unploughed,untended

is a prayer that’s left unsaid.

Though God knows

The thoughts and wishes

That are secrets of the heart,

Yet the prayer must still be uttered,

For his healing power to start….

Though at times

We might neglect him

And refuse to hear his call….

When we think we don’t need Him

Then we need Him most of all….

There are lessons all around us

In the skies- the sea -the sun,

In the flight of every sparrow

“Let thy will be done.”

But we turn our hearts to pleasure

And the wealth we reap is care.

We forget the answers

Are the ones we find in prayer.

Let’s resolve to write that letter

Read the book we’ve laid aside,

Tend the field, and reap the harvest

Of humility and pride

And we’ll find 

our cares and worries

Will be be turned to joys instead,

For we’ll never

Close our hearts to Him

And leave our prayer unsaid. 

                                                 Anon