When I gaze back over my life, I am reminded of my own stumbling steps. Scattered bits of broken threads strewn along the way. Yet, every step of the way; God has picked up the pieces of thread and continues to weave His portrait from my life. You see, that was the promise—“all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called for His purpose. For whom He did foreknow, He did predestinate to be conformed into the image of His Son” (Romans 8:28-29). His plan is to transform me into the likeness of Christ. He picks up all the broken threads and tightly weaves them together as He has planned. It has been God’s Grace, Mercy and Love which has lead me ever closer to His side. It has been God’s Grace, Mercy and Love that patiently has been working to transform me. Every sorrow, every trial, every broken heart, and every detail has been to lead me to this moment so that I might say to you like Francis Crosby, “All the Way my Savior leads me, what have I to ask beside? Can I doubt His tender Mercy; who through life has been my guide?”
Below is a poem that I wrote several years ago. My prayer is that it serve as a reminder to you, dear pilgrim, that whatever it is you may be facing today; God has a perfect plan to lead your heart ever closer to Him. Then you will realize that in Him is found all you need to fill your heart. He is the love to your lonely heart, the joy that sustains you through life’s sorrows, and the grace that covers all your sins, and frailties. One day, I will look like Christ—this I know. Maybe not today; but, one day I will.
The Master Weaver
by Effie Darlene Barba
Broken threads my life you found
And with your love each piece you bound
A song of love your lips resound
With gentle hands, each thread you place
Oh could it be, amazing grace
A picture clear, my Savior’s face
What joy divine, could it be true
Each broken thread, you only knew
When woven tight would look like you
The Scarlet threads my broken heart
The deepest sorrows blue impart
Each silver thread of tears that fell
You guide my life with such detail
A brilliant gold, your love divine
My sins were washed, a white sublime
You gently weave with skillful hand
The portrait mine that you have planned
Oh, let me Lord remember this
That I might know with joy and bliss
You did ordain my every tear
That I might learn to never fear
That I might trust the weaver’s hand
And on this hope and promise stand
Your love will always know what’s best
Your cradling arms are where I rest
Broken threads my life you found
And with your love each piece you bound
A song of love your lips resound
With gentle hands, each thread you place
Oh could it be, amazing grace
A picture clear, my Savior’s face
What joy divine, could it be true
Each broken thread, you only knew
When woven tight would look like you
The song made from this poem is The Master Weaver which I hope inspires you today to find in Him your hope, peace and joy today—no matter what trials you must face today.
Photograph courtesy of unsplash.com/jonathanpendleton –The inscription I added.
©Effie Darlene Barba, 2016
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