Weaving Goodbye

My life is but a weaving,between my God and me,I do not choose the colors,He worketh steadily. Ofttimes he weaveth sorrow,and I in foolish prideForget He sees the upper,and I the underside. Not till the loom is silent,and the shuttles cease to fly,Will God unroll the canvas,and explain the reasons why The dark threads are …

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