Wednesday, August 14, 2019

The Tapstry Poem

In my recent post entitled "Pain and the Smile of God"  I referred to the metaphor of a tapestry.  I wasn't sure where I'd heard that metaphor used but today I saw this poem written by Holocaust Survivor Corrie ten Boom and wanted to share it with  you.  It is beautiful and rich in meaning.

“Life is but a Weaving” (the Tapestry Poem)

“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.”


Corrie ten Boom

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