Partakers of the Inheritance in Light
THE WEAVER aka “The Tapestry Poem” 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. –brother Grant Colfax Tullar (1869-1950 A.D.) -------0------- PARTAKERS OF THE INHERITANCE “Giving thanks unto the Father, which hath made us meet to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in light: Who hath delivered us from the power of darkness, and hath translated us into the kingdom of His dear Son:...