The Weaver

My friend Sharon Grist the Village Weaver at Fox Fire Museum in Georgia

My friend Sharon Grist the Village Weaver at Fox Fire Museum in Georgia

The Weaver by Grant Colfax Tullar

My life is like a weaving

Between my God and me.

I do not choose the colors;

He worketh steadily.

Oftimes He chooseth sorrow,

And I in foolish pride

Forget He sees the upper

And I the underside.

Not till the loom is silent

And the shuttles cease to fly

Will God unroll the canvas

And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful

In the skillful Weaver’s hand

As the threads of gold and silver

In the pattern He has planned.

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