What is that per yonder
place
Where distant wheels and
driving state
Careening corners and
making pace
Doth carry loads with
human fates?
A carriage low and
sometimes high
Bending neath and driving
by
Ignoring signs of damaged
ties
When separate binds doth
wave goodbye
The careless one hath not
a clue
That binding wheels are
letting loose
That pins secure are now
reduced
To fragments of what once
was used
The dangling circles begin
their flight
And off the cart within
the sight
Of all who'll see within
the night
That which was used in
great delight
Now tumbling ground doth
that cart see
And bears the fruit of
used to bes
As spoils from the
crashing keys
Remind them of the fate of
these
When wheels do fly and
spoils lie
Beneath the wreckage and
piled high
There's none so close
within the night
As He who reigns without a
sigh
And places wheels back on
again
That all who will will
find in Him
The one who saves from
deep within
Cares the most for wheels
of men
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