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The Weaver

  • $350

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  • Estimated shipping date: Monday, June 17 (Click for more details)
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  • Format: Poetry Tract Card
  • Paper: Glossy Card
  • Size: 3.5" x 6"
  • Pages: 2
  • Version: KJV

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The full text of this poetry tract card is shown below in the KJV version.

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

Oft times He weaveth sorrow
   And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
   And I, the underside.

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.

                          –B.M. Franklin

“When that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away. When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.” 1 Corinthians 13:10-12

“Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God: therefore the world knoweth us not, because it knew Him not. Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when He shall appear, we shall be like Him; for we shall see Him as He is. And every man that hath this hope in Him purifieth himself, even as He is pure.” 1 John 3:1-3 

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