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 the 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 is He who knows
what's best,
So we must weave in patience And leave to Him the 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 Threads are as needed
In the Weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver In the
pattern He has planned.
ano
Quoted by Curt Krohn, Senior Pastor The Articles of Faith,
- Faith Bible Church, Summer 1996 .
Accused
When life is all over and my course is complete
And I find myself before
God's judgment seat
There to the right I see God's only Son
Jesus my Lord,
who o're death the victory won
Angels circle about their presence ever
attending
Singing "Holy art Thou" in a refrain never ending
Then from the
depth a course voice draws near
"Charges! I have charges! For this one
who's here."
Pointing at me was Diablo the accuser, Satan his name
"This
one is mine he has much guilt and great shame.
Read all the charges, you'll
see that I'm right."
Then Jesus steps forward, the room becomes quiet.
"I
went down to earth and died on the cross,
Giving my blood to cleanse all
who were lost
And to accept that gift was his choice to make
To remain
in sin or that freedom to take."
Slowly He turned to the bailiff and said,
"Yes, now the charges from the book must be read."
The book was opened
to search for my name
when found the bailiff excitedly did exclaim,
Searching
Around the house I sometimes wander
looking for what I never really know
I look over here and I look over yonder
Searching up high and down very low
Through every room large and so small
Over the couch and behind the chair
Under tables and on bookcase so tall
I will find it but just don't know where
Watching shadows dance on the floor
looking for clues to help in my search
But that odor floating through the door
an aroma I know, to the kitchen I lurch
dinner is served and my thoughts are reset
my bowl is now full of my favorite treat
No more searching today I am done but yet
tomorrow's another day for a small cat's feet
CB
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