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THE WEAVER By Grant Colfax Tuller My life is but a weaving Between my LORD and me, I cannot choose the colors He worketh steadily. Oftimes 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 Shall God unroll the canvas And explain the reason why.
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Christian Poem: The Weaver The Weaver My life is but a weaving Between my Lord and me, I cannot choose the colors He worketh steadily. Oftimes He weaveth sorrow, And I in foolish pride Forget He sees the upper And I, the underside. Not till the loom in silent And the shuttles cease to fly Shall God unroll the canvas And explain the reason why.
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The Weaver Poem Just A Weaver by Benjamin Malacia Franklin My life is but a weaving Between my Lord and me; I cannot choose the colors He worketh steadily. Oft times He weaveth sorrow And I, in foolish pride, Forget He sees the upper, And I the under side. Not til the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly, Shall God unroll the canvas
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The Weaver by Anonymous Americas - Famous poems, famous poets. - All Poetry The Weaver My life is but a weaving, between my God and me, I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily. Ofttimes 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,
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"The Weaver" "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.
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Life is a Tapestry Hello from the west coast, friends! I hope you had a great week! Jonathan and I haven't had much to do this weekend, so we have been enjoying some down time. I wanted to share with you something I have been thinking a lot about lately. Mostly because we came home before Christmas without our girl.
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By Kofi Awoonor. The weaver bird built in our house. And laid its eggs on our only tree. We did not want to send it away. We watched the building of the nest. And supervised the egg-laying. And the weaver returned in the guise of the owner. Preaching salvation to us that owned the house. They say it came from the west.
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In the Weaver's skillful hand, As the threads of gold and silver In the pattern He has planned. My life is but a weaving Between my God and me; I see the seams, the tangles, But He sees perfectly. He knows, He loves, He cares, Nothing this truth can dim; He gives His very best to those Who chose to walk with Him.
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Poem Backstory. Much confusion has surrounded the source of the poem Weaving, but research shows that authorship of the original version almost certainly belongs to Florence May. The Weaver, The Weaving, The Tapestry, and My Life is But a Weaving), and under different names of authorship or as simply "Anonymous." Most often it was attributed.
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My life is but a weaving. Between my Lord and me, I cannot choose the colors. He worketh steadily. And I in foolish pride. Forget He sees the upper. Not till the loom is silent. And the shuttles cease to fly. Shall God unroll the canvas.
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The Weaver. Minding great looms and tying knots in yarn. To fold about the furrowed heart of toil. And Day and Night pushed on the heavy wheel. Minding through sun and shower the loom of life. My heart was soft to every flower that grew. And brave birds sang long ere the boughs were green. Eva Gore-Booth, "The Weaver" from Poems of Eva Gore.
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"The Weaver" or also sometimes referred to as the "Tapestry Poem" was penned by Grant Colfax Tullar (1869-1950). Download a printable version.
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I am the weaver. The one who warps the weft of life with her threads. And as I sing I warp and unwarp the silence of uncertainty. I spin words that grow like branches as far as the other world. How pleasing it has been for me to knit ashes, birdsong, a leaf trembling in the solitary afternoon. How pleasing that my threads revive the splendor of.
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"The Weaver Poem" My life is but a weaving, between my God and me, I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily, Oftimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride, Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside. Not till the loom is silent, and shuttles cease to fly, Will God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.
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The Weaver by Grant Colfax Tullar (1869-1950) My life is but a weaving Between my God and me. I cannot choose the colours 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
