My Life is but a Weaving

My husband shared this poem in a sermon he preached on Sunday.

My life is but a weaving between the lord and me
I cannot choose the colors he worketh steadily
Oft times he weaveth sorrow
And I in foolish pride
Forget he sees the upper
And I the underside

Not till the loom is silent and the shuttle cease to fly
Shall God unrole the canvas and explain the reason why
The dark threads are as needful in the weaver’s skillful hands
As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned

We just finished up a seven part series on the Life of Joesph. It has been outstanding and such a great reminder that God's sovereignty is ALWAYS working for the good of his people. He is always in control, always good, and always wise. Joesph sat in prison for TWENTY years waiting for God to move. Abandoned and betrayed by his brothers. Betrayed by Potipher's wife, forgotten by the chief baker. He sat and sat. And when the day came and prison was a thing of the past he stood face to face with his brothers, the ones who betrayed him and left him to die, he was eager to offer forgiveness. What an amazing story of repentance and forgiveness. Through it all Joesph trusted and clung to God's sovereignty. Oh I pray in times of waiting I will be found faithful.

Genesis 50:19
"But Joseph said to them, “Do not fear, for am I in the place of God? As for you, you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good."

Here's the link to the sermons on Joesph.
http://www.gracechurchaz.org/media_library