We will not be able to be with you today or Monday, but know that we you all are in our thoughts and prayers. The Plan of the Master WeaverOur lives are but fine weavingsThat God and we prepare,Each life becomes a fabric plannedAnd fashioned in His care.We may not always see just howThe weavings intertwine,But we must trust the Master's handAnd follow His design,For He can view the patternUpon the upper side,While we must look from underneathAnd trust in Him to guide… Sometimes a strand of sorrowIs added to His plan,And though it's difficult for us,We still must understandThat it's He who fills the shuttle,It's He who knows what's best,So we must weave in patienceAnd leave to Him the rest… Not till the loom is silentAnd the shuttles cease to flyShall God unroll the canvasAnd explain the reason why —The dark threads are as neededIn the Weaver's skillful handAs the threads of gold and silverIn the pattern He has planned.Author Unknown