have faith in the master...

hey ppl.this is a lovely poem i read somewhere.dunno who the poet was.

When grey threads marr life's pattern,
And seem so out of line.
Trust the master weaver,
Who planned the whole design.
For in life's best patterns,
Some black threads must appear,
To make the rose threads and the gold,
Appear more bright and clear.
The pattern may seem intricate,
And hard to understand.
But trust the master weaver,
And his steady guiding hand.