As the World Turns

We spin in circles morning, noon, and night;

Ceaselessly seeking--wanting everything right.

The light stays steady;

Never gone, always ready.

Life springs forth by day;

We sigh out--the only price to pay.

Everything given to us;

Running? Why always a rush?

If we aren't hurried, we sit like a stagnant pool;

No need seen to move, much less use a tool.

Still, when we rise the light is on;

Each day beginning, as a new dawn.

What's so steady and stable?

Always giving, loving, and able?

The Light is the Lord of Hosts;

Honest and humble, with no need to boast.

He has shined from the start;

Before the first beat of a heart.

Everything designed with such care;

And He still had a day to spare.

Look in the sky for His Light;

Stop being in any fright.

His gift is given for free;

Just follow a few simple rules, and He will open your eyes to see!

AMEN

God is Light