God calls by name,

Fills willing hands with wisdom,

Breathes skill into ordinary work,

Wood shaped, gold refined,

Every detail held in His care.

Yet before the work is finished,

He speaks of rest.

A holy pause,

A sign written not in stone or thread,

But trust.

The work is His.

The rest is His.

And between calling and completion,

His presence remains,

Steady, faithful, enough.