I spin with His provided thread,
I plod under His moving shuttle,
With various colors of His grace,
Even in dark moment of black,
He sometimes intertwines with hope of golden thread.
I may not see His whole design now,
But I know He has rescued me from,
The wicked by His truth of sword,
Cut off any tangles of sins and evil.
May I spin His divine blessings,
Cheerfully, carefully, prayerfully
And store up wealth for my kids and many in heavenly dem
Until I wake up from sleep
I will be satisfied with seeing His face of glory.
(Psalm 17: 13-15)