Poetry Sunday: The Master Weaver

 

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?” 

the journey

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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