P o e m s
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 foolosh 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.
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.
"I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee." Hebrews 13:5
I'm never alone in the morning
As I rise at the break of a day,
For Jesus who watched through the darkness
Says, "Lo, I am with you always."
I'm never alone at my table,
Though loved ones no longer I see;
For dearer than all who have vanished
Is Jesus who breaks bread with me.
I'm never alone through the daylight,
Though nothing but trials I see;
Though the furnace be seven times heated,
The "form of the fourth" walks with me.
I'm never alone at the twilight
When darkness around me doth creep
And specters press hard round my pillow,
He watches and cares while I sleep.
I'm walking and talking with Jesus,
Each day as I journey along;
I'm never alone, Hallelujah!
The joy of the Lord is my song.
It is only a tiny rosebud
A flower of God's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
GOD opens this flower so sweetly,
Then, in my hands, they die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
The flower of God's design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So, I'll trust in Him for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to Him for His guidance
Each step of the Pilgrim's way
The pathway that lies before me
Only my Heavenly Father knows.
I'll trust him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.