Each morn as the sun in splendour rises,
Flowers bloom, birds sing, while we wait for a new dawn,
We ponder not, what is in store for us,
For God in His infinite wisdom,
Reveals not His plan for us.
Immersed though we are in daily chores,
We can gladden many a heart,
And not even out the scores.
A generous heart is all it may take,
To wipe a tear and dull the ache.
For our time on earth is measured,
Not only in years but in deeds we have treasured,
And when we are called to eternal rest,
We can be sure that He will give us the best.