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
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