the loom of life

[jimmy white]

mans life is laid in the loom of time,

  to a pattern he does not see,

  while the weavers work, and the shuttles fly,  

till the dawn  of eternity.

 

some shuttles are are filled with silver threads,

  and some with threads of gold ,

   while often but the darker hues,

are all that they may hold.

 

but the weaver watches with a skillfull eye,

each shuttle to and fro,

   and sees the pattern so deftly wrought,

   as the loom moves sure and slow.

 

   god surely planned the pattern,

each thread , the dark the fair,

    is chosen by his masters skill,

  and placed in the web with care.  

 

  he only knows its beauty,

  and guides the shuttles which hold,

the threads so unattractive,

as well , as the threads of gold,

 

not till each loom is silent ,

and the shuttles cease to fly,

shall god reveal the pattern,

and explain the reason why .

 

       the dark threads were as needfull,

in the weavers skillfull hand,

as the threads of gold and silver,

       for the pattern he has planned.    anon.