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
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