I’m a Work in Progress

You may listen to today’s song here…

I’m a work in progress;
God’s not finished with me yet.
He’ll keep growing me more Christlike
Until He calls me home.
He’ll make my salt saltier
And He’ll brighten my fading light.
I’m a work in progress;
God’s not finished with me yet.

He knows all of my limitations,
But He knows my potential, too.
I pray for Him to keep on growing me
Into more of who He wants me to be.

I’m a work in progress;
My life is in God’s hands.
He’ll help me to be more loving
And more forgiving, too.
He’ll give me new ways to serve Him
And the strength to do my best.
I’m a work in progress;
God’s not finished with me yet.

He knows all of my limitations,
But He knows my potential, too.
I pray for Him to keep on growing me
Into more of who He wants me to be.
I’m work in progress;
He’s not finished with me yet.

About this Song:

A number of my songs have been written when dealing with various issues in my own life or the lives of friends and family members. But “I’m a Work in Progress” is probably the most personal of my two hundred-plus songs.

It’s also one of the newest. I wrote the stanzas in early December of 2020 but didn’t add the refrain until early this month.

At seventy-four I can’t keep from looking back at my life. I can see sins I’ve allowed God to help me almost forget about and I can see opportunities missed. Then I look at myself now and wonder what I would be like if I’d been one of God’s more obedient children. Surely He could have used me in ways I can’t even imagine now.

I recall a man who belonged to the same church I belonged to. He faithfully taught Sunday school and sang in the choir. Until he retired, that is. Then he retired from all of his church duties as well.

I was determined not to be like him when I got older. Nonetheless, I’m not only all too conscious of my lifelong limitations, I can’t keep from dwelling on the way age appears to be dulling my ability to do things I used to think I was reasonably good at. But not only did I not want to retire from serving God, my desire to serve Him is growing stronger.

Not to try to pay Him back for everything He’s done for me; I can’t do that and no one else can, either. I want to thank Him by being more obedient and to please Him in ways I’ve never pleased Him before.

I keep praying to be more loving and more forgiving; those are Christian characteristics I can’t attain on my own. Only when I allow God’s Holy Spirit to have more complete control of my life can I become more of the kind of person I believe God wants me to be.

I’m more conscious than ever before that “becoming” that person is an ongoing process. Growing more Christlike isn’t something I can “retire from” at a certain age.

So this very personal song isn’t just a reminder that God hasn’t discarded me to the junk pile as useless, but a way to praise Him for continuing to use me in ways that are pleasing to Him. And to inspire others who may be feeling useless.

Free lead sheets (lyrics, tune, and chords) are available for many of my songs. Click on the Lead Sheets tab at the top of this page to see the one for this song. Videos for many of my songs, some recorded at home and some at our church’s nursing home ministry, can be accessed at my website, RogerBruner.com, under the Listen tab.

Look for me again next Wednesday. Better still, subscribe to receive these weekly posts by email.

Best regards,


About Roger E. Bruner

Seventy-five-year-old Roger E. Bruner is the author and publisher of twenty Christian novels and the writer of more than two hundred Christian songs and choruses, a handful of musical dramas, and a number of shorter works. He sings, plays guitar and bass, and records his original songs in his home studio. He is active in his church's nursing home ministry He also plays bass guitar on the church raise team. Married for seventeen years to Kathleen, he has one grown daughter. Kathleen has two. Roger enjoys reading, moderate exercise, photography and book cover design (he's done all of his own except for Rosa No-Name), playing Snood, making walking sticks, and complaining about the state of the nation while continuing to pray for it.
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