My life is but a weaving
between Hashem and me
I may not choose the colors
He knows what they should be
For He can view the pattern
upon the upperside
While I can see it only
On this the underside
Sometimes He weaveth sorrow
which seems so strange to me
But I will trust His judgment
and work on faithfully
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 upperside
Then I shall know the reason
why pain with joy entwined
Was Woven in the fabric
of the life Hashem designed.