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POEMS AND
PROSE
.....based
upon Scripture...
.....for
meditation and praise....
.....inspiration and encouragement.... |
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THE LOOM OF TIME |
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Man's life is laid
in the loom of time
To a pattern he does not see,
While the weavers work and the shuttles fly
Till the dawn of eternity. |
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Some shuttles are
filled with sliver threads
And some with threads of gold,
While often but the darker hues
Are all that they may hold. |
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But the weaver
watches with skillful eye
Each shuttle fly to and fro
And sees the pattern so deftly wrought
As the loom moves sure and slow. |
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God surely planned
the pattern:
Each thread, the dark and fair,
Is chosen by His master skill
And placed in the web with care. |
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God only knows its
beauty
And guides the shuttles which hold
The threads so unattractive
As well as the threads of gold. |
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Not till each loom
is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God reveal the pattern
And explain the reason why. |
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The darker threads
were as needful
In the weavers skilful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
For the pattern which he planned. |
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