| My life is but a weaving Between my God and me. I do not choose the colors, But God works steadily. Often God weaves sorrow, And I, in foolish pride, Forget God sees the top While I the underside. Not until the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly Will God unroll the canvas And explain the reasons why. But, the dark threads are as needful In the skillful weaver's hand As the threads of gold and silver In the pattern God has planned. |
| My Life is But A Weaving |
| The Lighter Side |
| Fill in the blank squares so that each row, each column and each 3-by-3 block contain all of the digits 1 through 9. If you use logic, you can solve the puzzle without guesswork! |