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|Date:||1/5/2004 9:59:34 AM|
|Message:||Sometimes this writing helps me a little when I question why things happen to such wonderful people. I hope it brings you a little confort, Andrew. Still praying for you and for Pam, really hard...
My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
Nor all the pattern see.
Sometimes He chooses sorrow,
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the under side.
Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Will He reveal the pattern
Or tell 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.
| pam update 1-5-04 10:30 am by andrew p at 1/5/2004 9:30:36 AM|
| "The Weaver" by Ginny G. at 1/5/2004 9:59:34 AM|
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