His Purposes Move On

His Purposes Move On


His purposes move on apace - They do not wait for man,
Nor do they wait for such as I -
As lowly as I am.

So if tomorrow all should rise
And find that I am gone,
No break in time marks my demise-
His purposes march on.

And yet it is too marvelous
For me to understand
That to this tiny fleck of dust
He lent a helping hand.

Or when this weary heart cried out,
Or in its foolishness despaired.
He handed me a precious hope
To show that He still cared.