My life is but a weaving between my God and me  

i may choose the colors, he knows what should be

For he can view the pattern upon the upper side

While i can see it only on this, — the under side

Sometimes He weaveth sorrow which seemeth strange to me

But I will trust his judgement and work on faithfully

`t is He who fills the shuttle 

He knows just what is best

So i shall weave in earnest and leave with him the rest

At last when life is ended with him o shall abide

Then i may sew the pattern upon the upper side

Then i shall know the reason why pain and joy entwined

was woven in the fabric of Life that God designed —- LIFE.