The world is still turning
The seasons come and go.
My heart is still beating;
Life has its ebb and flow.
The blossoms still open;
The birds still laugh and sing.
My heart can be broken,
But then it sings again.
The children are smiling,
And many others cry.
Some have empty stomachs,
Some hear sweet lullabies.
If you’ve been given good gifts,
Please share them with the world,
And one day love will conquer
All the tragedy unfurled.
If I don’t have a realistic view of my gifts and talents, I won’t be able to develop them appropriately, and will fall short of the best I could be. Perhaps I will have missed God’s best plan for me.
Lord, I need Your song in me
To still the noise around.
And keep my heart in tune with Yours;
Let me be heaven bound.
In daily work, in drudgery
Let spirit sing Your praise,
That I will let Your gifts to me
My heart and mind amaze.
Let not my soul so weary be
That I neglect Your painter’s stroke —
Let all the tasks ordained for me
A masterpiece evoke.
And soon a heavenly chorus will sing —
An orchestra and heavenly choir.
With joy and thanks in perfect tune,
And Spirit’s joyful fire.