My Days

A day, another chance to grow By everything I see and know Cut perfect out of God’s own life Drawn by the Master’s pallet knife Everything moves onward not still For all will work for good, it will God knows surely all my ways He has been planning all my days I look and sometimes do not see Joy that the Planner planned for me Know this that although night assails Love will be curing all that ails My days are made to show God’s love New glory always from above One life is all I have to live Perhaps you have some life to give Quite simply all is made for you Rest now in Him, He’ll see you through Still on He works in every way To give you blessings every day Until you look where you can’t see Visions of heaven seem to flee Will you reach out into the light X-raying all that is not right Your time on earth is but a test Zip on up high with all the rest