The Work of God

The caution of night
with brilliant light
as the sun slowly melts away.
Though I cannot stay much longer
I earnestly hunger
for more of God's handy display.

I waited all day to see the sun set,
but Jesus' work isn't done yet;
for the painting goes on
and His hands never stop
if He's carving some wood
or making a pot.

My Jesus keeps busy,
but still he has time
for a child like me
one of His greatest designs.