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Living Between Wheels

The world goes heedlessly around.

So many evils here abound.

Its men care not how we may feel.

We’re living here midst worldy wheels!

And THINGS do constantly call out,

To draw us to them by their shouts.

To every want we must not yield,

While living here midst fleshly wheels!

A lion on this earth doth roam,

Throughout this world that’s not our home.

We’re merely soldiers in this field,

Riding toward victory on chariot wheels!

God’s servants who must travel much,
And beg afresh the Master’s touch.

To your knees that they this touch must feel,

Who for the Lord must ride the wheels!

He is not done; the Potter yet moves,

To form the vessels of His love.

He knoweth them that bear His seal,

Till we shall rise from off His wheel!

Danielle E Patenaude

Acts 17:28

From, “Grace: God’s Unmerited Favour”by Charles Spurgeon (Book one of eight in a larger volume, Grace and Power , page 11.