A Twisted Crown of Thorns ®

On God’s providence:

“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
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