The Weaving poem shared by Corrie ten Boom

The Weaving, as popularized by Corrie ten Boom.

I first heard this lovely poem in a documentary about Corrie’s life. I don’t know if she wrote it or just shared it often. Most of what I have found claim she is the author but there is indication that she just shared it but didn’t know who wrote it.

She would show folks the underside of a weaving, which was messy with all sorts of knots and crossed threads. You could not tell what it was or even see a hint of the true beauty of the piece. But when she turned it over, there was a lovely crown, beautifully woven out of all those messy threads from the underside. We often only see the underside but God is the master weaver and will make something beautiful out of our lives if we allow him to.

The Weaving

The Weaving

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 skillful 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.

 

 

 

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