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In Memory Of...
The Weaver
My life is but a weaving
between the Lord and me.
Oftimes He weaveth sorrow,
and I in foolish pride
Not 'til the loom is silent
and the shuttles cease to fly,
The dark threads are as needful
in the Weaver's skillful hand, ~ author unknown ~
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