- Feb 28, 2009
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The majesty of beautiful Sunsets,
Oft times, begets
A somber review of regrets
Birthed by unfulfilled debts
To myself and others
And yet
Its glorious spectrum
Also sets my soul to hum
While I thankfully succumb
To the grand sum
Of mercies and blessings,
My daily assessing
Of what IS more than what isn’t
Yes, before I peruse where I may have been remiss
I’ll remember God’s divine set-in -the sky promise
And, I’ll remind myself as I reflect on my day
That Rainbows don’t contain the color “Grey.”
So
When the next sunset I see
And I’ve wistfully sat and pondered
Over what time I may have squandered
I’ll just let my mind recall an old gospel hymn
Which brightens what once was grim...
For no matter what’s left undone
No matter how far the race be run
And may, in looking back, cast a dark pall
I’ll remember to mark the times I get up
And not the times I fall
Indeed, insignificant are the darts
Which seek to destroy
I’ll just look UP and count it all JOY!
Yes, the next time I see a sunset
When my work-day is through
I’ll sing, “I may not have done all the things that I wanted to do.”
And, before one minute of it I survey
I’ll raise my voice and confidently say
“But, Lord, it’s been a mighty good day.”
Oft times, begets
A somber review of regrets
Birthed by unfulfilled debts
To myself and others
And yet
Its glorious spectrum
Also sets my soul to hum
While I thankfully succumb
To the grand sum
Of mercies and blessings,
My daily assessing
Of what IS more than what isn’t
Yes, before I peruse where I may have been remiss
I’ll remember God’s divine set-in -the sky promise
And, I’ll remind myself as I reflect on my day
That Rainbows don’t contain the color “Grey.”
So
When the next sunset I see
And I’ve wistfully sat and pondered
Over what time I may have squandered
I’ll just let my mind recall an old gospel hymn
Which brightens what once was grim...
For no matter what’s left undone
No matter how far the race be run
And may, in looking back, cast a dark pall
I’ll remember to mark the times I get up
And not the times I fall
Indeed, insignificant are the darts
Which seek to destroy
I’ll just look UP and count it all JOY!
Yes, the next time I see a sunset
When my work-day is through
I’ll sing, “I may not have done all the things that I wanted to do.”
And, before one minute of it I survey
I’ll raise my voice and confidently say
“But, Lord, it’s been a mighty good day.”