The Flawless Source - Re-Posted

I cannot keep my schedule straight,

I’m late, or I’m too soon.
I have to write down each day’s chores,
My desk is tossed and strewn.
I run in circles half the time;
A silly, lost buffoon.
Yet with no effort shown at all
You guide the rising moon. 

You place the stars upon their track
And keep the sun on course.
The universe bows down to You,
For You’re the greater force.
For all the order that I seek,
My means are crude and coarse,
But Yours are effortless and true
For You’re the flawless source.

Job 25:2
Dominion and awe belong to God; he establishes order in the heights of heaven.