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.

--Anonymous

Blessings ~Marla