Members Marilyn C Posted February 24, 2018 Members Share Posted February 24, 2018 This is a poem my mother taught me. I think it is from Scotland. `Not till the loom is silent, and the shuttle cease to fly, Will God unfold His wisdom, and explain the reason why, The dark threads are as needful, in the weaver`s skilful hands, As the threads of gold and silver, in the pattern He has planned.` `For whom He foreknew, He also predestined to be conformed to the image of His Son,...` (Rom. 8: 29) Marilyn. HappyChristian and Alan 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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