on the radio this morning....
Not till each loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God reveal the pattern
And explain the reason why
The dark threads were as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
For the pattern which He planned.
Comments (3)
This is so encouraging. It brought joy-tears to my eyes. Thank you, SweetLynn!
HUGS!!!
I like this; both the poem and the picture.
God has taken 81 years with min loon. That is why I am loony.