By Dennis Blankenship
The Designer of the universe
Has not ceased to fulfill His plans,
Though creation now is finished
The stars, the earth, the sands.
Our lives are now His business,
In us His art He shows,
To the humble and the yielded
The lovely Christ now grows.
The moon will get no lighter
Than what we nightly see,
The sun will get no brighter
And some day cease to be.
But the child of God so bless-ed
Has just begun to form
The essence of the Savior,
His grace, His love, so warm.
Man cannot imagine
Angels have yet to see,
What God has planned for the end of man,
When Christ is formed in thee.
“My little children, of whom I travail in birth again
until Christ be formed in you.” —Galatians 4:19