- Life is But a 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.
- Benjamin Malachi Franklin wrote this poem in the late forties. It was first published in ‘The Memphis Commercial Appeal’ newspaper in 1950, per his grandson Bob Corley.
He is buried inBethel Cemetery, Teasdale, Tallahatchie County, Mississippi.
https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/34977489/benjamin-malachi-franklin
