Easter Greetings 
from Joseph Vosbikian

Krisdos Hariavee Merelots
(Christ is Risen from the Dead)



The Weaver

My life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily,
Oft times he weaveth sorrow,
and I in foolish pride,
forget he sees the upper,
and I underside,
Not till the loom is silent,
and the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas,
and explain the reason 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.

Author Unknown