The Plan 
of the Master Weaver

  

Our lives are but fine weavings
That God and we prepare,
Each life becomes a fabric planned
And fashioned in His care.

  

We may not always see just how
The weavings intertwine,
But we must trust the Master’s hand
And follow His design,
For He can view the pattern
Upon the upper side,
While we must look from underneath
And trust in Him to guide ...

  

Sometimes a strand of sorrow
Is added to His plan,
And though it’s difficult for us,
We still must understand
That it’s He who fills the shuttle,
It’s He who knows what’s best,
So we must weave in patience
And leave to Him to rest ...

  

Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why –
The dark treads are as needed
In the Weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

  

Author Unknown

 

  

Goodbye At Last

  

Saying goodbye is never easy
It’s the hardest thing to do
But what hurts even more
Is not the chance to say it to you.

  

Yesterday is just a memory
Our laughter was sunny and bright
Then clouds started to gather
For you were no where in sight.

 

You were my love
And this I will never forget
How you left without a warning
No good-byes, my only regret.

 

Wherever I may be now
Always searching for another so true
To place my world of emotion
Handing my love to someone like you.

 

If again I must go there
And experience all the pain
I would do it in a minute
For all the good I would gain.

 

No matter what my wrongs
You offered only love
Until the day you left me
For your new home up above.

 

I know you still are with me
Your love is within my heart
Though life is no longer present
Our souls will never part.

 

This is given to you in honor
Of all that we did share
I just wanted you to know, dear,
How much I really did care.

 

© Barbi D