I Am A C.O.G.

I am a C.O.G.

Constantly gripping onto the empty space between my peaks

I am a C.O.G.

Constantly turning in one direction, meek

I am a C.O.G.

And people still consider me weak

My watchmaker inspects me daily

I am always moving according to is timing

Sometimes He rewinds my attention,

Because it's a lesson or even a blessing

In awe, yet fearful of my maker

He could always pull the pin, becoming timeless once again

Regardless, I work according to His plan

I am a C.O.G.

My purpose is simple, keep moving forward

While I share the greatest story ever told

It a timeless classic

I am a C.O.G.

Constantly turning so long as my heart beats

It's an essential involuntary mechanism

Naturally thriving from His watchful hand,

Twenty-four hours is the length of a thousand years

And yet a thousand years, like a day

So I fret not over the ticking second hand,

I am a C.O.G. programmed into His settings

I am a Child Of God

I am a C.O.G.