February 23

February 23, 2021

Shared by Terry Abel

Hope the following poem, written by H.J. Sherman, helps draw you closer to the Lord, as you ponder its application to your own life during this Lenten season.
 
The Weaver
 
My life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me.
I cannot choose the colors.
He works so steadily.
 
Oft times he weaves in sorrow
and I in foolish pride,
forget He sees the upper
and I, the underside.
 
The dark threads are as needed
in the Weaver’s skillful hand,
as the threads of gold and silver
in the pattern He has planned.
 
Not till the loom is silent
and shuttles cease to fly,
will God unroll the canvas
and explain the reason why.

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