no one could tell how long the time so better not waste it into a haze. days are still dear and sublime, life might be fast but not a race.
so treasure each and waking hour thank the Lord for new daylight. live again to work and scour each day you will learn if you might.
it could be filled with twists and trouble, but it’s known to the victors and the blest; though might you gain some limp and hobble. brave heroes are not made in rest.
let your days be short and heavy so long your King is glorified; trouble not your heart with weary know that His plans won’t be denied.
the wheels of life will turn and roll whether your own plans flow with that; because there on the clock’s final toll the query is Who and not What.
when the sunset takes its last salute how would your days be numbered? will doubts and fears be in compute or will it be grace encumbered?
let not your soul falter in gloom for what you have today is willed. so whether in morrow or in doom a heart in trust is a heart stilled.
by Dex Emerson