Origin of "The Weaver" poem

I recently received a Sympathy card that has lines that have been rearranged and is presented as a poem called "The Plan of the Master Weaver." In copying the lines of the original poem, the name of the author has been lost and even a Google search could not come up with his name. I have a book that he wrote. Here is the original poem he wrote.

"The Weaver”: A Poem

A contemporary of Ellen Emeline Hardy Webster (1867-1950) - about whom I wrote a biography - was Rev. Grant Colfax Tuller (1869-1950), a minister in New Jersey. He was born two years after Mrs. Webster and died the same year. Like her, he was religious and the following poem is written from that point of view.

The Weaver

My life is but a weaving

Between the Lord and me

I may not choose the colors;

He knows what they should be;

For He can view the pattern

Upon the upper side,

While I can see it only,

on this, the underside.

Sometimes He weaveth sorrow

Which seems strange to me;

But I will trust His judgment

And work on faithfully

'Tis He who fills the shuttle;

He knows just what is best;

So I shall weave in earnest

And leave Him the rest.

Not till the loom is silent

And the shuttles cease to fly,

Shall God unroll the canvas,

And explain the reasons why

the dark threads are as needful,

In the weaver's skillful hand,

As the threads of gold and silver

In the pattern He has planned.

From the look of the images seen online, there have been a number of Sympathy cards produced that feature lines from this poem. Just goes to show that what is old is new again!

Patricia Cummings