Life’s Weaving

Poet: Father Tabb

My 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 lower side.

Sometimes He wealth 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,

Then 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.