All My Days

All my days are a gift, you see An expression of love Purchased for me. Neither one moment nor one day Can ever I claim was owed me Nor paid by myself to be my own To have or to share alone. Upon Christ’s return what shall I say That His gift to me was squandered away? I a branch and Christ the vine Joined am I to life divine. Though I wander in darkness And my sight grows dim, Christ has promised to bless The soul that trusts in Him. Baptized into Christ we die to sin And to a new life we rise with Him. Forgiven by grace through faith in Christ we can face the worst of life Knowing that we will always be In His care eternally. All my days are a gift, you see An expression of love Purchased for me. Jonathan M. Bellmann