Master Weaver

Master Weaver weaves a life for with care for every thread First one strand is woven, sometimes white and sometimes red Way up and down our life goes much like a Maypole dance Though it has been planned before, we think it’s all by chance When new things come our way we decide which way to go Over or under were speeding round and round we sew With us He weaves a pattern seen just when life is done Weaving us a wedding gown the glory of the Son