All for Him

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My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me;

I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.

Ofttimes He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,

Forget He seeth the upper
And I the underside.

Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,

Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain 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.

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Published by: A ~ Rambling ~ Zealot ~

Saved, sanctified, and filled with the Holy Ghost; a woman of God, whose life is devoted and surrendered to God. In essence, I am a Zealot for Jesus Christ. I am Your kindling my Lord ... lay me across Your alter; that Your fire may consume me and burn so brightly that all who see me may see YOU!!! And thereby You will be glorified .... May You be glorified in everything I say, do, or post ....

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