Life's Weaving

by Unknown Author

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 pattern
upon the upper side,
While I can see it only
On this, the under side.

Sometimes he weaveth sorrow,
Which seemeth strange to me
But I will trust his judgment,
and work on faithfully.

'Tis he who fills the shuttle,
He knows just what is best;
So I shall weave in earnest
and leave with Him the rest.

At last, when life is ended,
with Him I shall abide,
And I may view the pattern
Upon the upper side,

Then I shall know the reason
why pain with joy entwined,
was woven in the fabric
of life that God designed.