God's Embroidering

Psalms 18:30..."As for God, his way is perfect: the word of the Lord is tried; he is a buckler to all those that trust in Him."

1.  God's ways, not man's are PERFECT
2.  God's Word has been tried and proven time and time again
3.  God will and does shield, support and defend those who trust Him

Bro. Hyles wrote a poem many, many years ago and this poem has been on my mind much these past few days.  I look at my own life through the past 43 years and I realize there are so many things I have not understood. There were times when I was tempted to question what God allowed in my life.  However, the reality is that in all of our lives, GOD ALWAYS KNOWS BEST even when we don't understand.

So, today, I simply want to share this poem that is such an encouragement to me and trust that you, too, will be reminded and encouraged that God's plan is always right. 


"Twas just a little wooden hoop
Her caring hands would clasp.
Some cloth, some thread, a needle's point,
As treasures she would grasp.

"What are you doing, Mother dear?"
My straying voice would cry.
"Embroidering," she answered clear,
With mothering reply.

"I must confess, 'tis quite a mess,
Oh, erring mother mine.
Why waste your day to idly play
With balls of tangled twine?

"Why, Mother, are the darkened strands
So mingled with the bright?"
You hold some black threads in your hand;
Why can't they all be light?"

"My son," soothed Mother's smiling voice,
"Your view is from below.
When I am through I'll beckon you.
And then, you too, can know.

"You cannot see from 'neath my knee
What I can see from here.
So play awhile, my restless child,
And I will lift you near.

When Mom was done, she cooed, "My son,
Come sit upon my knee.
Come quickly, crawl upon my shawl,
It's time for you to see."

I soon found rest, upon her breast,
To see from Mama's side
To my delight, a sunset bright,
A view I'd been denied.

"What wasn't known to you, mine own,
Is that another's hand
Had drawn for me to plainly see
A predetermined plan.

"The course I took, I ne'er forsook.
A wiser One's design
He's placed a plan within my hand,
That was not really mine.

"Bright threads alone could not have shown
The beauty of the rays;
One must weave night with daytime light
Or know a glary haze

"What was to thee, where thou could see,
A messy underneath,
Was from my eyes a sweet surprise,
A lovely evening wreath.

"What are You doing, Father dear?"
My aching heart doth sigh.
"Embroidered in my life I see
Some dark threads drawing nigh.

"'Tis messy too, from earthly view
That I know here below.
Don't weave my life with shadowed strife;
Please send me only glow."

I heard a loud, yet silent voice:
"Look unto Me, My child,
Just be about My business now;
I'll show you after while.

"You need the night as well as light
To make you hold My hand.
You need the dark as well as bright
To do My perfect plan.

"One day, twice born, I'll blow My horn.
And make you be as I.
I'll let you come to My own home,
Where you will never die.

"'Tis then you'll find, dear child of Mine,
My plan was always best.
Just trust, don't worry, doubt, or fret.
Come unto me and rest.

"So trust Me now, though furrowed brow
Seems oft thine earthly plight.
I'll hasten near to wipe your tear
That falleth through the night.

"Just do My will and love me till
My face is in your sight'
Then you will see, 'twas best for thee--
Your Father's plan was right.

----written by Dr. Jack Hyles


From my heart,
Robyn