My Life is but a Weaving Between my God and Me

Leah had several notebooks in which she wrote out poems, Bible verses and sayings that she found to be particularly encouraging. We were due to fly home to Ireland from Bristol on Sunday 27th October ’13. Leah was lonely and homesick and desperate to get home, after three months spent in England. However on Monday 21st October it was discovered that Leah had a clot (thrombus) in a blood vessel in her chest and she was readmitted – yet again – to cubicle 4 (the room that we really disliked) on the Bone Marrow Transplant Unit. As Leah sat in Oncology Day Beds waiting to be re-admitted, this is what she transcribed from the internet into one of her notebooks:

“Life is but a Weaving” (the Tapestry Poem)

“My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.

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

Not ’til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver’s skilful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned

He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.”

By Hughes Fawcett