Another day finished, another day gone
Things I have done, some right and some wrong.
A day ne're repeated, it passed without thought
Of the fragile finality, of the day that I walk.

Another day blooming, fresh with sweet dew,
Please God let me hear You, what I'm to do.

Time passes so quickly, the hours are so short
That often I stumble through this life that I walk;
I fret and I fumble over such little things
Please God I pray You, protect me from sin.

To fret is futile, fumble vile
Lead me God from this exile.

So when another day finished, another day gone
I can sing a happy song,
My day's been blessed, I've used it well
Lead me God with you to dwell

                       © Helen Catherine Cramer
                                10th December 1982.

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