Our Angel Brandon
Entered This life, February 24, 1989
Promoted to Glory, May 31, 1989
Due to SIDS
The Weaver
My life is but a weaving,
Between my Lord and me.
I cannot choose the colors,
He worketh steadily.
Often 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,
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.
He knows, He loves, He cares,
Nothing this truth can dim,
He gives His very best to those,
Who leave the choice with Him.
1 Cor. 13 Chap. 12 Verse
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