Thursday, February 1, 2018

The Tapestry

Chance has not brought this ill to me;
It's God's own hand, so let it be,
For He sees what I cannot see.
There is a purpose for each pain,
And He one day will make it plain
That earthly loss is heavenly gain.
Like as a piece of tapestry
Viewed from the back appears to be
Only threads tangled hopelessly;
But in the front a picture fair
Rewards the worker for his care,
Proving his skill and patience rare.
You are the Workman, I the frame.
Lord, for the glory of Your Name,
Perfect Your image on the same.
Selected from Streams in the Desert

Reader, Corrie Ten Boom, who was imprisoned
by the Nazi's in the 1940's because she and her
family hid Jews in the Netherlands, carried
with her a tapestry that mirrored her life. The
back side was filled with dark tangled threads,
but the other side was beautiful for the dark
threads only enhanced the gold woven through
the tapestry.

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