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| Author: | Ginny G. |
| E-mail: | ggnadt@att.net |
| Date: | 9/22/2009 9:40:16 AM |
| Subject: | Re: Quote of the day - September 21 |
| Message: | My Mom loved this writing, so I'm adding it to the list of profound reflections: The Weaver Author Unknown My Life is but a weaving between my Lord and me; I cannot choose the colors He worketh steadily. Oft times He weaveth sorrow And I, in foolish pride, Forget He sees the upper, And I the under side. Not til 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 needful In the Weaver's skillful hand, As the threads of gold and silver In the pattern He has planned. He knows, He loves, He cares, Nothing this truth can dim. He gives His very best to those Who leave the choice with Him. |
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| Quote of the day - September 21 by Craig at 9/21/2009 8:52:25 PM |
Re: Quote of the day - September 21 by Ginny G. at 9/22/2009 9:40:16 AM |
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