Just a Weaver
[84 words]
My life is but a weaving,between my God and me,I do not choose the colors,He worketh steadily.
Of times 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 why.
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