Saturday, October 9, 2021

Weaver of Wonders


These times, these times are not by chance
There is nothing no, there is no circumstance
There is no past nor present act that I have ever done
That God cannot redeem- no not even one

The weaver weaves His wondrous art
From failures’ threads that have fallen apart
And our stuff of hay, stubble and wood
What men mean for evil He means for the good

Oh Weaver of Wonders you weave wondrously
Each life is a picture you plan we can’t see
All things work together in this tapestry
Oh Weaver of wonders you weave life for me

I can rest in this  since I have understood
God weaves a tapestry that’s beautiful and good
Glorious images these threads can assume
The warp and the woof of a life on His loom

Oh Weaver of Wonders you weave wondrously
Each life is a picture you plan we can’t see
All things work together in this tapestry
Oh Weaver of wonders you weave life for me

Anthony Foster
October 9, 2021

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