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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=533004" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mama</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=533004" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Behind every life a Weaver ultimately<br>stands shrouding His plan for every man.<br>Dark threads are needful in the Master's<br>skillful hands for He knows the pattern He has planned.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=533004" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What tapestry in mama's heart He wove, the<br>sacrifice self was decomposed. Love was<br>her goal, to train me up in ways I went with<br>Mama the time was well spent. His tapestry thread<br>of gold.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=533004" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I've learned life's lessons when I've<br>grieved with lashes wet that God's plans<br>are right. Each life closes into<br>night and death has fused out temporal<br>light that this time is perfectly right.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=533004" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Weaver is interweaving the silver in the horizon of night.<br>The loom of which she's wove can never be diffused by<br>temporal light, for in thee does she repose. A crown of Glory she holds, she's the lily pure and white that He chose.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Vanita+Allgood">Vanita Allgood</a></strong></div>

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