Ezekiel’s wheel

What is this wheel
But Jesus the hub
We the spokes
Linked through Him
A wheel treads the earth
As a spoke has two ends
A place it is
And a place it wants to be!
If art describes where we are
In this tumultuous world
The church is a place of peace
Knowing where we want to be.
Tribesmen face the fire
- Backs to earth
Hub and rim
Spirit and Christ
When the wheel turns fast
We all connect twice
Once on the inside
Once on the outside
As we go through the world
And everything else is a blur.