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
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