The Weaver Poem
Discover faith-filled poems that reflect God's purpose through life's weaving.
Updated October 29, 2025, by Catherine Pulsifer
The Weaver Poem is a touching reminder that God is always at work in our lives, even when we can’t see the full picture. Written by Benjamin Malacia Franklin, this classic poem speaks of how each thread, both light and dark, is woven by the Master’s hand with purpose and care. It reminds us to trust in God's plan, even when life feels uncertain or difficult.
This beautiful message brings to mind Proverbs 19:21 (NIV): "Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails." We may have our own ideas and dreams, but it is God’s design that gently guides us, weaving every moment together for good.
And just like it says in Psalm 139:13 (NIV): "For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb." From the very beginning, God knew us. He crafted us with love, with a purpose in mind. Sometimes we try to take control, to stitch our own way forward, but even when we fail, God never gives up on us. His love never unravels. He waits patiently, ready to weave us back into the pattern He’s designed, one filled with grace, hope, and meaning.
As you read The Weaver Poem, may it encourage you to place your trust in the One who holds the thread. And if this poem touches your heart, you may also find comfort in our other Christian poems that reflect on the image of weaving, each one a reminder of how closely God walks with us, shaping our lives with wisdom and love.
Just A Weaver
My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the under side.
Not til 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 needful
In the Weaver’s skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
He knows, He loves, He cares,
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives His very best to those
Who chose to walk with Him.
Poems About God
Life's Weaving
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me;
I may not choose the colors,
He knows what they should be;
For He can view the pattern
Upon the upper side,
While I can see it only
On this, the lower side.
Sometimes He weaveth sorrow,
Which seemeth strange to me;
But I will trust His judgment,
And work on faithfully;
’Tis He Who fills the shuttle.
He knows just what is best,
So I shall weave in earnest
And leave with Him the rest.
At last when life is ended,
With Him I shall abide,
Then I may view the pattern
Upon the upper side;
Then I shall know the reason
Why pain, with joy entwined.
Was woven in the fabric
Of life that God designed.
All The Good We Can
If the sunshine never crept
Into hovels dark and sad,
If its glories never shone
Save where everything was glad,
If it scattered not its beams
Over hearts by sorrow chilled,
Would the sunshine do His will?
Would its mission be fulfilled?
If the roses never bloomed,
Save for gladsome eyes alone,
If their beauty and their grace
For the weary never shone,
If they never brought a smile
To the way-side passer-by,
Would the roses do their task
While the hours of summer fly?
If the sunshine of our smiles
We have scattered not afar,
If our roses—kindly deeds—
Bloom not where the lowly are.
If our words of hope and joy
Never fail to bless and cheer,
Have we done our Maker’s will?
Have we wrought our mission here?
We Each Do Weave
In the loom of life, we each do weave,
Moments that bring joy or make us grieve.
Every choice we make, a thread so bright,
Will determine if darkness or if light.
Weave threads of kindness, love, and grace,
Helping to make this world a better place.
The threads of courage, strong and true,
Will see you through, whatever you pursue,
So, weave with joy, and hope, while on this earth
Creating a canvas of endless worth.
Christian Poems About Hope
The Loom Of Life
All day, all night, I can hear the jar
Of the loom of life, — and near and far
It thrills with its deep and muffled sound,
As the tireless wheels go always ’round.
Busily, ceaselessly, goes the loom,
In the light of day, and the midnight’s gloom;
The wheels are turning early and late,
And the woof is wound in the warp of fate.
Click, click! there’s a thread of love wove in;
Click, click! another of wrong and sin.
What a checkered thing will this life be
When we see it unrolled in eternity!
Time, with a face like mystery,
And hands as busy as hands can be,
Sits at the loom with its arm outspread,
To catch in its meshes each glancing thread.
When shall this wonderful web be done?
In a thousand years, perhaps, or one;
Or to-morrow. Who knoweth? Not you nor I!
But the wheels turn on, and the shuttles fly.
Are we spinners of wool for this life-web, — say?
Do we furnish the weaver a thread each day?
It were better, then, oh, my friend, to spin
A beautiful thread than a thread of sin.
Ah, sad-eyed weaver, the years are slow,
But each one is nearer the end, I know:
Some day the last thread shall be woven in, -
God grant it be love instead of sin!
A Single Stitch
One stitch dropped as the weaver drove
His nimble shuttle to and fro,
In and out, beneath, above,
Till the pattern seemed to bud and grow
As if the fairies had helping been;
One small stitch which could scarce be seen,
But the one stitch dropped pulled the next stitch out,
And a weak place grew in the fabric stout;
And the perfect pattern was marred for aye
By the one small stitch that was dropped that day.
One small life in God's great plan,
How futile it seems as the ages roll,
Do what it may or strive how it can
To alter the sweep of the infinite whole!
A single stitch in an endless web,
A drop in the ocean's flood and ebb!
But the pattern is rent where the stitch is lost,
Or marred where the tangled threads have crossed;
And each life that fails of its true intent
Mars the perfect plan that its Master meant.
God Has A Plan
Weave In The Web Of Life
Better to weave in the web of life
A bright and golden filling,
And to do God's will with a ready heart,
And hands that are ready and willing,
Than to snap the delicate, minute threads
Of our curious lives asunder.
And then blame Heaven for the tangled ends,
And sit and grieve and wonder.
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