A Little Strand of String

 Our life hangs on, and is a thread
God is working to and fro
He is leading, and I am led
Through this troubled world below

 I’m puzzled by the under-side
Of this great vast tapestry
God does not always so confide
What in life He does with me
 

Or with the dear poor suff’ring saint
But we trust the Lord and loom
And though we sometimes almost faint
We know He will finish soon

Forever there with Him abide
And see more clear the thing
Amazed we’ll see the upper-side
What He did with our little string

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