Family Owned & operated since 1941
Vineland Phone #:
(905) 562-5454
Candles
Even, if we are separated by an ocean, we are with you with our thoughts and prayers. Stefan & Elisabeth
Just A Weaver
by Benjamin Malacia Franklin
My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the under side.
Not til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain 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 His very best to those
Who chose to walk with Him.