The Weaver (Poem by Grant Colfax Tullar)
The Weaver by Grant Colfax Tullar (1869-1950) My life is but a weaving Between my God and me. I cannot choose the colours He weaveth
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The Weaver by Grant Colfax Tullar (1869-1950) My life is but a weaving Between my God and me. I cannot choose the colours He weaveth
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