Curt DahlkeI would just like to share some favorites.
The Weaver -
My life is but a weaving,
between my God and me,
I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily. Oft times he weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride, Forget 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. The dark threads are as needful in the skillful weaver's hand As threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.
He knows, He loves, He cares, Nothing this truth can dim. He gives His very best to those, Who leave the choice with Him.