ART & INSPIRATION FROM PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Another week speeds swiftly by, a faded sun dips out of sight,
We contemplate a time of rest, a time rich in the joys of night,
Where neither loss nor discontent, can grip us from our cheerfulness,
Nor past mistakes be swallowed up, we just contribute to the mess,
Our sin creeps slowly into sight, we need to leave our work behind,
We numb our brains with pills or booze, finding it hard to clear our mind,
The softness of the setting sun, gives some relief, but it’s still hard,
To cherish every joy on earth, without one plea you stand on guard.
Each day becomes a battlefield, but when the weekend finally comes.
You ask yourself what is this day, you stumble through the restless crumbs,
Of empty days and lonely nights, you wonder when your life will end,
When you are old and turning grey, you treasure each remaining day,
Each one’s a bonus from the Lord, within His arms you’ll always stay.
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