"INTO THE ARMS OF THE WEAVER"

A mothers' love and devotion will never fade away... In loving memory of our children, and our families

THE WEAVER

My life is but a weaving
Between the Lord and me;
I may not choose the colors–
He knows what they should be.

For He can view the pattern
Upon the upper side
While I can see it only
On this, the underside.

Sometimes He weaves in sorrow,
Which seems so strange to me;
But I will trust His judgment
And work on faithfully.

‘Tis He who fills the shuttle,
And He knows what is best;
So I shall weave in earnest,
And leave to Him the rest.

Not ’til 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.

Grant Colfax Tuller (1869-1950)

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Ben & Susan Janz #Truelove

by Kathleen Anderson | Apr 24, 2016 | In Loving Memory... | 0 Comments

Mother & Father By Kathleen Janz My parents fell in love the first time their eyes met. As my mother came down the church steps, in a black and white pock-a-dot dress, she saw my father staring up at her and a thrill ran clear down to the tips of her toes. My...