Look! They say, for all the turning!
Here! It says and makes a yearning!
But all is like a ball of clay
Rolling into yesterday
God so gentle, never lies
And we His children sing lullabies
Hurry here and hurry there
No time to waste for all despair
For flowers bloom in seasons time
Moments daily temporary fair
Beyond time, God makes the sun to shine
On all His flowers there.