Woven by God and me,
But tis God who makes the pattern
He knows what it should be.
Tis His ----- the sky of blue,
And the greening of each hillside,
Each flower, and lovely hue.
A daily contrite plan
Forgiving--loving--and sharing,
Doing the best I can.
Till the day I go to rest,
I'll weave and put my trust in Him
He knows just what is best.
