The Plan of the Master Weaver

This is a poem we used on a bookmark we made in memory of Isaac. It is a great reminder that this life is not about our plans, but His!

The Plan of the Master Weaver

Author Unknown

Our lives are but fine weavings

That God and we prepare,

Each life becomes a fabric planned

And fashioned in His care.
We may not always see just how

The weavings intertwine,

But we must trust the Master's hand

And follow His design,
For He can view the pattern Upon the upper side,

While we must look from underneath

And trust in Him to guide......

Sometimes a strand of sorrow

Is added to His plan,

And though it's difficult for us,

We still must understand

That it's He who fills the shuttle,

It's He who knows what's best,S

o we must weave in patience

And leave to Him the rest.....

Not till the loom is silent

And the shuttles cease to fly

Shall God unroll the canvas

And explain the reason why--
The dark threads are as needed

In the Weaver's skillfull hand

As the threads of gold and silver

In the pattern He has planned