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| Author: | Ginny G. |
| E-mail: | ggnadt@execpc.com |
| Date: | 11/14/2008 7:13:01 AM |
| Subject: | Re: Roy is going home..... |
| Message: | Sending lots of love to Roy, Sylvia, you and your whole family. Wish I could send a bunch of hugs through the internet. This used to be a favorite poem of my Mom's. I'm trying to hang on to it's sentiments now. Hope it helps you. The Weaver by Benjamin Malacia Franklin (Originally titled, "Just a Weaver") My life is just a weaving Between my Lord and me. I cannot change the color For He works most steadily. Oft times He weaves the sorrow And I in foolish pride Forget He sees the upper And I the underside. Until the loom is silent And the shuttle cease to fly, Will God roll back the canvas And explain the reason why. The dark threads are as needful In the skillful Weaver's Hand As the golden threads of silver He has patterned in His Plan. |
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| Roy is going home..... by susie g at 11/13/2008 6:08:45 PM |
at 11/13/2008 7:03:35 PM |
at 8/28/2012 8:43:00 PM |
at 11/13/2008 8:30:24 PM |
at 11/14/2008 5:09:35 AM |
Re: Roy is going home..... by Ginny G. at 11/14/2008 7:13:01 AM |
at 11/14/2008 10:27:58 AM |
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