His Tapestry

Woven together
On the tapestry of your perfect will
The doubts, the deliverance
The hurts, the hope
The tragedy, the triumph
United
Each thread meshed together and deliberately chosen
I didn’t understand
Could not see the purpose
Could not see the image
I would not have chosen it
I would not have chosen the black threads
Threads of despair, of anguish
Yet they outlined your image and made it more vivid
I would not have chosen the gray threads
Threads of uncertainty, of solemn thoughts
Yet the shadows were produced by the light
And the contrast perfected the light
I would not have chosen the red threads
Threads of anger, passion, confusion
Yet mingled with the rest, they were vibrant
Woven together
On the tapestry of your perfect will
I would not have chosen it
I could not have planned something so perfect.