Lyrics

My Life is Like a Weaving

My life is like a weaving between my God and me;
 I do not choose the colors. He worketh steadily.
 Oft times He weaveth sorrow and I in foolish pride
 Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside.

Not ‘til the loom is silent, and the shuttles cease to fly, 
Will God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why. 
The dark threads are as needful in the skillful Weaver’s hand,
 As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.

My life is like a weaving between my God and me;
 I see the seams, the tangles, but He sees perfectly.
 He knows, He loves, He cares. Nothing this truth can dim;
 He gives His very best to those who choose to walk with Him.

(Words attr. to Florence M. Alt, bef.1892; alt. attr. to Grant C. Tullar;found on timelesstruths.org; I made very minor changes based on a version that we found on a Torchlighter video about Corrie ten Boom.)
Tune Copyright ©2017 Holy Spirit (via Paula Smith)