Not until the loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the pattern
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
For the pattern which He planned.
Not until we know the reason
For the trials sin brings to all,
Will we recognize the purpose
Of God's great and blessed call.
For the dark threads make the contrast
In the pattern, don't you see?
They are needed for its beauty
They are good for you and me.
Not until God's plan is perfect,
And each color, dark or light,
Has been woven smooth and even,
Can we catch in clearer sight,
The majestic work of beauty,
God would make of each one's life,
If we let Him plan the pattern,
Free from fear or inner strife.
Not until we see more clearly
Not until we trust in love,
Can we hope to know His purpose
And accept help from above.
We must walk by faith in Jesus.
We must seek to learn His will,
Lest we mar the perfect pattern,
Ere the loom's forever still.
Even now I glimpse God's purpose
As I sort the tangled strands.
Even now I see His guidance
As I watch, in awe, His hands.
Dear hands of the Master Weaver,
Who lovingly, skillfully blends,
The threads of gold and silver,
Till the pattern in glory ends.