God is At Work

God turn the wheels of time

Grinding against my small mind.

He works out His own will

Pressed in the cogs He fills

The empty space with divine oil

As time passes He still toils.

Building in each life His plan

In which He develops the man.

He designs each moment of his day

To lead man all the way.

Pain comes when the oil is not applied,

And on the gears no hope is supplied.

Still He labors to bring man to stand

Completely whole in the promised land!