He's still working on me,
To make me what I ought to be.
It took Him just a week to make
the moon and the stars,
The Sun and the Earth, Jupiter
and Mars.
How loving and patient He must be,
He's still working on me.
There really ought to be
a sign upon my heart
Don't judge me yet,
There's an unfinished part;
But I'll be perfect just according
to His plan,
Fashioned by the Master's
loving hand.