The Zozo Phenomena

Man's life is laid in the loom of time
To a pattern he does not see
While the weaver works and the shuttles fly
Till the dawn of eternity

Some shuttles are filled with silver threads
And some with threads of gold
While often but the darker hues
Are all that they may hold

But the weaver watches with skillful eye
Each shuttle fly to and fro
And sees the pattern so deftly wrought
As the loom moves sure and slow

God surely planned the pattern
Each thread, the dark and fair
Is chosen by His master skill
And placed in the web with care

He only knows its beauty
And guides the shuttles which hold
The threads so unattractive
As well as the threads of gold

Not till each loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God reveal the pattern
And explain the reasons why

The dark threads were as needed
In the weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
For the pattern which He planned

“The Loom of Time” - Author Unknown