Spinning Wheel
My days are a spinning wheel,
so dizzying is the feel.
Old rhyme—Round and round she goes.
Where she stops, nobody knows.
But He knows the beginning
and the end, who is sinning
and who is not. He loves us
just the way we are. Why fuss
about days going around?
In Him, promises are found.
When this life reaches its end,
we count on Jesus, our friend.
In Christ, we are forgiven,
so we can go on livin’.
Round and round and fast or slow,
with love, joy and peace in tow.
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