I marvel at the the working of God’s sovereign hand as he has woven “His Story”. Indeed, his tapestry of grace has been imparted through each generation and because of it I am here today.
Tapestry of My Life
I wonder what the other side will be,
when I have finished weaving all my thread.
I do not know the pattern, nor the end
of the great piece of work which is for me.
I only know that I must weave with care
the colors that are given me day by day,
and make of them a fabric firm and true
which will be of service for my fellow man.
Sometimes the colors are so dull and gray.
I doubt if there will be one trace of beauty there,
but all at once there comes a thread of gold or
rose so deep that there will always be
that one bright spot to cherish or to keep,
and maybe against its ground of darker hue
it will be beautiful.
The warp is held in place by the Master’s Hand.
The Master’s mind the design for me.
If I but weave the shuttle to and fro and blend
the colors just the best I know,
perhaps when it is finished He will say,
“Tis good,” and
Lay it on the footstool of His Feet.
“Do not take me away, O my God, in the midst of my days;
your years go on through all generations.
In the beginning you laid the foundations of the earth,
and the heavens are the work of your hands.
They will perish, but you remain;
they will all wear out like a garment.
Like clothing you will change themand they will be discarded.
But you remain the same,
and your years will never end.
The children of your servants will live in your presence;
their descendants will be established before you.”