Wednesday, October 5, 2011

The Master Weaver

My father died suddenly following surgery in 1996. While his health was not perfect, he had been expected to have a normal recovery. Instead one day post-op he collapsed and they were unable to save him. I remember out of all the sympathy cards we received, one in particular touched my heart. The card meant so much to me that I have since sought out that same poem to send to others mourning a loss. I now have the poem framed and hanging in my bedroom to serve as a reminder of just how little we see of God's master plan. 

For now we see in a mirror, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then I shall know fully even as also I was fully known.
~1 Corinthians 13:12 (ASV)

I just felt compelled to share the poem today...maybe someone out there needs to hear this...maybe it is just me.

The Plan Of The Master Weaver

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
From 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, 
So 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 skillful hand
And the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.


Blessings ~Marla

1 comment:

  1. That is a beautiful poem. My faith in that "pattern he has planned" is what gets me through each and every day. Those moments where I get a glimpse of the design are ones of such incredible peace.

    I will never forget that day in 1996. I only had a limited time that morning (can't remember now what was so important on my calendar), but felt like I should go visit Grandpa in the hospital. Knowing he was to be released soon, as the surgery had gone well, there was no dire reason to go to the hospital at all. Looking back, I am so grateful that I listened to that nudge from God to get there. I took Ryan along with me (he was leaving that day to head back to KC where he was living that Summer)...we all had a great visit. Grandpa was ornery as ever. I'm sure you have heard me say this before, but Grandma called while I was in the hospital room. They talked for a while and then Grandpa ended the phone call with, "I love you, too." I can still picture him in his hospital bed saying those words to his wife of so many years. Those were the last words that I heard him say to her. I love that I heard the "too", which means she spoke the same message to him. Whenever I think of Grandpa, that memory is always the first to pop into my head...that part of the pattern I am grateful for.