Tracy
1/18/2025
1:38:30 PM | COME AWAY MY BELOVED by FRANCIS J. ROBERTS
THY LIFE IS AS A WEAVING
My child, thy life is as a weaving. Beauty shall not come to
thee by joy alone. Life may be tortuous at times, and the
pathway rough. From fabrics of lovely silk and from cords of
rougher materials, I fashion what pleaseth Me. Ye may never
know why certain experiences come. It is enough that My
hand brings them all.
My grace is limited in no way by sorrow and difficulty.
Indeed, it shines like a strand of gold mixed in with the black
of grief. My hand moveth with infinite love, and I am creating
a pattern of intricate beauty.
Be never dismayed. The end shall bring rejoicing for both
thyself and Me. For ye are My workmanship, created in
Christ, even in His mind before the worlds existed.
Doubt not, for My will SHALL be done.
He took away the stain of sin
And made me clean and pure within;
He took away the strain of care
And now I find peace everywhere. |
