There is confusion in the air
About the who, the what, the where
And so it is that we are lost
The price we’ve paid, too high a cost.
Let’s settle down, we’ll take a rest
We’ll pick and choose among the best
Give God a hand, it is His show
He has the keys, the way to go !
There is this need I have to share
My joy, my love with those who care
My heart is full, impelled to say
God in His beauty crowns each day.
The sun that’s rising overhead
Now spreads his rays across my bed
His fingers skim my window pane
And cause my life to sing again !
In the quiet of the evening
As shades of night begin to fall
And the time of our believing
Gently whispers goodnight to all,
Grasp the moment and remember
The days of old we used to know
Be it May or late December
In sunshine, rain or early snow,
Where we have learned to close our eyes
Each waiting the advent of light
With no assurance of surprise
This is no longer our last sight !
There is a path that leads to God
The road is long, the way is hard
We none of us do know the date
When each is called to meet one’s fate.
The nature of our lives is such
That what we spend won’t matter much
Not if our hearts are full of cheer
For all the days throughout the year.
God stands with us and guides our way
We follow Him both night and day
Begging that we may always be
Part of His vast society !
Claire V. Bogdanos 