Mary Madeline Project

Our Prayer

Having lost a child and a granddaughter we can understand the pain of such a lose.

We understand that no words bring relief from this emptiness.
We do however hope that the following words help a little

Life is but a Weaving

My life is but a weaving between my God and me,
I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily.
Oftimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside.

Not till the loom is silent, and shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful in the skillful Weaver’s hand
As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.