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The Plan of the Master Weaver

Our lives are but fine weavings That God and we prepare, Each life becomes a fabric planned And fashioned in His care. We may not always see just how The weavings intertwine, But we must trust the Master ’ s hand And follow His design, For He can view the pattern Upon the upper side, While we must look from underneath And trust in Him to guide … Sometimes a strand of sorrow Is added to His plan, And though it ’ s difficult for us, We still must understand That it ’ s He who fills the shuttle, It ’ s He who knows what ’ s best, So we must weave in patience And leave to Him the rest … Not till the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly Shall God unroll the canvas And explain the reason why — The dark threads are as needed In the Weaver ’ s skillful hand As the threads of gold and silver In the pattern He has planned.

Not How he Died.. But How He Lived Not how did he die, but how did he live? Not what did he gain, but what did he give? These are the units to measure the worth Of a man as a man, regardless of

birth. Not, what was his church, nor what was his creed? But had he befriended those really in need? Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer, To bring back a smile, to banish a tear? Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say, But how many were sorry when he passed away. .

Broken Chain We little knew that day, God was going to call your name. In life we loved you dearly, In death, we do the same. It broke our hearts to lose you. You did not go alone. For part of us went with you, The day God called you home. You left us beautiful memories, Your love is still our guide. And although we cannot see you, You are always at our side. Our family chain is broken, And nothing seems the same, But as God calls us one by one, The chain will link again.

In Loving Memory of Our Wonderful Uncle

Of all the special gifts in life however great or small, to have you as our Uncle was the greatest gift of all. May the winds of love blow softly and whisper in your ear "We love and miss you Uncle and wish that you were here" Deep in our hearts, your life is kept to love and cherish, not forget. No more tomorrows we can share but yesterdays are always there. A silent thought, a secret tear keeps your memory ever near in our hearts forever. From Your Nieces and Nephews