THE WEB OF LIFE | AdventAI

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Feb 12, 1902

THE WEB OF LIFE.

FULL soon the web of life is spun— The thread is snapped; the work is done; And, rising from the whirring loom, We pass within the larger room From out the weary din of life, To where peace overcometh strife; And in the Master's presence sweet Lay down our little tasks complete.

But still we'll note, with throbs of pain, Where tangled threads made effort vain Remembering how grief's heavy seal Was set, our errors to reveal; And sadly own, through tear-filled eyes, That careless hands could ne'er devise A plan to guide the shuttle right, Upon life's loom, from morn till night.

So when, the weaver's heart to cheer, The Master Workman draweth near With words of counsel to advise, And patient fingers, skilful, wise, He draws the tangled threads apart, And lays them straight and smooth athwart The bar—then listens, that a call For help may ne'er unheeded fall.

But when the web at length is spun, The thread snapped off, the work all done, The weaver bears it from the loom, Where, in the sunlit, larger room, The Master sits, all tasks to scan, And judge the workers, man by man— Full joy 'twill be, if we but hear The Lord's “Well done!” fall sweet and clear.

—Selected.