You Are Working

As the day dawns on this winter morn,
While some rejoice and others mourn,
I have no doubt you are still working,
Though the opposition is still lurking,
You listen to people's desperate pleas,
Of those bent by life on their knees,
You work to comfort those grieving,
And comfort those with spouse leaving,
You're at work to help the heavy hearted,
To renew those who have hope departed,
You at working in churches in the land,
Lending your sovereign helping hand,
You are working to reveal your word,
To strengthen in circumstances absurd,
You work to help the farmer plowing,
Who cries out for rain humbly bowing,
You help the heavy-laden lighten the load,
To help the weary get on down the road,
You help the preacher in his proclamation,
The missionaries laboring in foreign nations,
You help the persecuted endure the pain,
Received for preaching about your name,
You are working for the rich and the poor,
You are working today and forevermore,
So as this day dawns and starts to unfold,
I testify you're working - that must be told,
Listening, comforting, working your will,
While we wait and watch you're working still.