Wednesday, August 6, 2008

"The Plan of the Master Weaver"

Author unknown...

Our lives are but fine weavings
That God and we prepare,
Each life becomes a fabric planned
And fashioned in his care.
We may not always see just how
The weavings intertwine,
But we must trust the Master's hand
And follow His design,
For he can view the pattern
Upon the upper side,
While we must look from underneath
And trust in Him to guide...

Sometimes a strand of sorrow
Is added to His plan,
And though it's difficult for us,
We still must understand
That it's He who fills the shuttle,
It's He who knows what's best,
So we must weave in patience
And leave to Him the rest...

Not till 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 needed
In the Weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

God Bless, nikki

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I was thinking of Dennis this morning, and came to his blog to be with him and others who think of him often. After reading some of the new comments and praying for a while, I left to get back to work. Part of my work as a dance teacher is to find new, inspiring music for my classes and dancers. Not looking for anything in particular, I happened across this song by Brooke Frasier (I never heard of her before). The song is based on the works of C.S. Lewis and is appropriately titled "C.S. Lewis Song". The "coincience" was certainly not lost on me. Thank you, Dennis!

Here is a YouTube link for the song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ToEZs4D51c

Steve said...

I went to see King's X and Extreme at the HoB this weekend, Dennis.

Great show, wrong order.

I think you liked Pat Badger, didn't you? Gary Cherone mentioned that Badger was always the "unsung hero" of the band. I suppose in light of having to keep up with Nuno, you'd have to be pretty decent on the bass, huh?

Before that, last Thursday, was the first Bears game of the season. Too bad you never settled back here to enjoy the season ticket that was yours for the taking (you earned it in Champaign after all).

Miss you, bud...