The Weaver By Grant Colfax Tullar Poem by Isadora Quagmire
The Weaver By Grant Colfax Tullar
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth 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 reveal the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned
He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.
It's a beautiful piece! Especially beautiful imageries it contains and a wonderful expression of life's inner conflict. Carry on. Thanks for sharing this.
Thank you for sharing this magnificent poem from Grant! .. May the Lord Bless! ..
Ever so inspirational and beautiful to read! .. Endless 10'S And Stars! ....++++++++++++++++++++++++
Such amazing love and faith in this! .. That's ever so beautifully woven! ..
A beautiful well presented poem that fuels the heart, mind and spirit to be with the Lord Almighty. Great imagery as always. The closure lines say it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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What an encouraging, God praising poem! Thank you for sharing this masterpiece!