My life is but a weaving
between God and me.
I let Him chose the colors,
He worketh steadily.
Oftimes He worketh sorrow
and I within my heart
Forget He sees the pattern,
while I only part.
The dark threads are as needful
in the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
in the patter He has planned.
Not till the loom is silent
and the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
and explain the reasons why.
“Now, as you and I look at our lives . . . , we sometimes do not understand that through which we are passing, but, being submissive, we can trust Him.
“The day will come, brothers and sisters, when the tapestry of your life will be unfolded, and you will see divine design all through it, and praise God for the experience and the tutoring which, in His goodness, He has given you” (“Willing to Submit” [address given at BYU—Hawaii devotional, 9 Feb. 1988], 8). (emphasis added)
Elder Neal A. Maxwell
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