His purposes move on apace - <br />They do not wait for man, <br />Nor do they wait for such as I - <br />As lowly as I am. <br /> <br />So if tomorrow all should rise <br />And find that I am gone, <br />No break in time marks my demise- <br />His purposes march on. <br /> <br />And yet it is too marvelous <br />For me to understand <br />That to this tiny fleck of dust <br />He lent a helping hand. <br /> <br />Or when this weary heart cried out, <br />Or in its foolishness despaired. <br />He handed me a precious hope <br />To show that He still cared.<br /><br />Adeline Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-purposes-move-on/
