LIFE’S SHORT DAY
When a good day is slowly dying as the sun sinks in the west,
And we have tried to serve the Lord, worked to do our best,
Then the shadows of the night, in our hearts, will hold no fear
So we may sleep in sweet peace until a new day doth appear.

As with rays of beauty the short day’s life is past and spent,
We may in like manner wonder where the hours of our day went,
Will our busy day close in joy and beauty in gleaming rays,
Full of gratitude for God and in love and glory, His name praise?

Or will the passing of our day be sad, no clouds of glory bring,
No bright rays of hope, no glorious anthems want to sing?
So as we watch the setting sun at the end of perfect days,
Let us live so when our day is done, “twill be full of bright rays.

Let my life’s day end in glorious rays like the lovely setting sun,
Offer myself to Him worthy of the gifts by the things I’ve done,
Help me choose the way through my short day of life, that it be
Bright enough to shine and glow now and through eternity.

M Ann Margetson © August 30, 2001