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Tapestry
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me,
I do not choose the colors,
He worketh steadily.
Oftimes He weaveth sorrow,
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the underside.
Not til the loom is silent,
And shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the skillful Weaver's hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned
(Author: Unknown to Me)
PAGE DEDICATION
In Loving Memory
of
Jean Day
December 15, 1930 -- November 25, 2003
She will be greatly missed by her family and friends.
Especially her husband Bob
her children David, Don, Julie, Danny and Dennis
her 12 Grandchildren and 2 Great-Grandchildren
And her friend Nancy.
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SONG TITLE
"Ave Maria"
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