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.

Lord it’s getting to be desperate times Why do you seem to delay? In responding to my pressing needs That I remind you of each day In my mind I know that you Will come through in the end But in my heart emotions rise And I worry and fret again Help me Lord at … Read more

If this were all of life we’ll know, If this brief space of breath Were all there is to human toil, If death were really death, And never should the soul arise A finer world to see, How foolish would our struggles seem, How grim the earth would be! If living were the whole of … Read more