Just the Adjusting Hour,
With nobody else around,
And you sort o’ straighten things a bit,
Beginning right down at the ground.
Just the Adjusting Hour,
When plans have gone askew,
And you stand with your back to the fire--
And only your God and you.
Just the Adjusting Hour,
Pondering very slow,
And you lay the firm foundations
And you pray that they will grow--
Tall and strong and splendid--
That they who run may see,
What the Adjusting Hour
Has given to you and me.