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Monday, January 14, 2008

Just A Weaver
by Benjamine Malachi Franklin
My life is but a weaving, between my God and me,I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily.
Ofttimes he weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish prideForget He sees the upper, and I the underside.Not till the loom is silent, and the shuttles cease to fly,Will God unroll the canvas, and explain the reasons whyThe dark threads are as needful in the skillful weaver's handAs threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.

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