Hands Of The Grand Weaver Poem by Oyelakin Gbolahan

Like the slice of infinity,
Like the dice on tranquility,
Like the ice bridge to eternity,
Like the eyes of a winsome personality;

So are the imaginations of a heart,
The pathway that leads to a glorious bliss and satisfaction;
The convictions that assure a safe sojourn and a successful return.

Life is like a canvas,
With many beautiful unshaped pieces.
With the tapestry of grace,
the certainty of making a marvel from the puzzle
Shows the Big Picture.

The woven fabric of God's grace,
makes something from nothing;
And makes a throne from thorns.

The pains and the gains, the frailties and failures are parts of the broken pieces,
They only make sense in the hands of the Grand Weaver.