Streams in the Desert

Chance has not brought this ill to me;
It's God's own hand, so let it be,
For He sees what I cannot see.
There is a purpose for each pain,
And He one day will make it plain
That earthly loss is heavenly gain.
Like as a piece of tapestry
Viewed from the back appears to be
Only thread tangled hopelessly;
But in the front a picture fair
Rewards the worker for his care,
Proving his skill and patience rare.
You are the Workman, I am the frame.
Lord, for the glory of Your Name,
Perfect Your image on the same.
Arthur Christopher Bacon

Matthew 11:26
"Yes, Father, for this was your good pleasure"

I read this poem today in a daily devotional book called, Streams in the Desert by L.B. Cowman. I want to be God's workmanship, a beautiful tapestry to reveal God's Hands of Sovereignty and Love. Our lives are all different yet pain, fear and hopelessness are the same. Who do we run to in our time of need? Where do we seek for our hope? Perfect Your Image Lord in me! Do not let my life be a picture of my own desires and will, but of yours Lord. You are my El Shaddai, Our All Sufficient One!