A thousand years will seem like a day,
In our daily walk there is the choice
Many will go with their head bent o're
Others will live and their faces reveal
The choice is how you spend your time
Or a day like a thousand years.
Your view is based upon the way
You spend it - in joy or tears.
To waste it in deep regret,
Or simply overflowing with joy
The choice seems clear - and yet,
Their choice is very clear.
They appear to love self pity more
Than all their words declare.
A smile for all to see.
Determined that, "Life will not steal
All that God has for me."
You can make it never ending,
Or fill your day with so much love
The end will be as the beginning.
Copyright ©
April 1991