Our life is but a weaving
Between us and Hashem.
We may not choose the color
For He has chosen them;
Hashem can view the pattern
Upon the other side
While we can see it only
On this the under side.
Sometimes Hashem weaves sorrow
Which seems so strange to us;
But we will trust his judgment
And work on in faithfulness;
‘Tis Hashem who fills the shuttle,
He knows just what is best
So we shall weave in earnest
And leave Him with the rest.
At last when life is ended,
With Hashem we will abide.
Then we may view the pattern
Upon the upper side;
Then we shall know the reason
Why pain with joy entwined
Was woven in the fabric
Of life that Hashem designed.
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