IN LOVING MEMORY OF
ALMA GRACE (SHERWOOD) AVERYE

"THE WEAVER"
(I COR. 13:12)

My life is but a weaving between my Lord and me. I cannot choose the colors - He worketh steadily.

Oftentimes 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.

In Memory Of

 

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