I have found something that is really dear to my heart; the devolopment of a woman's worth. It's taken half of my life to discover that
I AM A WOMAN OF WORTH.
THE LOOM OF TIME
MAN'S LIFE is laid in the loom of time
To a pattern he does not see,
While the weavers work and the shuttles fly
Till the dawn of eternity.
Some shuttles are filled with silver threads
And some with threads of gold,
While often but the darker hues
Are all that they may hold.
But the weaver watches with skillful eye
Each shuttle fly to and fro,
And sees the pattern so deftly wrought
As the loom moves sure and slow.
God surely planned the pattern:
Each thread, the dark and fair,
Is chosen by His master skill
And placed in the web with care.
He only knows it's beauty,
And guides the shuttles which hold
The threads so unattractive,
As well as the threads of gold.
Not till each loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God reveal the pattern
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
For the pattern which he planned.
~Author Unknown~ |