What's life without the time of day,
A different place or chance to stray;
A little more would fix all that,
Perhaps not enough to buy a new hat.
But you knowing heart all the love goes a long way,
With people and travels and trouble you play;
Like a million years was but one drop,
Or a vacant mind like a mop in a shop.
But what in life turns the world around,
On this our earth to keep our head above the ground;
Is it all but just a little more love,
A little bit more of the heart of wind burnt dove.
And in achievement there is a little bit more of this,
The love of God may be only as sweet a kiss;
That in the mind of Christ there is a paradise bliss,
The perfect unity of being left for only his.
This little bit mine line in which we all do see,
The humble heart providing strength to meek;
The mystery of truth abounds in grace,
A little bit of love lost in a lonely place.
And when we're dead and buried and go to heaven,
Perhaps there's just enough left from twelve to seven;
The hours of morn in which to reawaken if clever,
To brighten the thought of being with the lord forever.
Signed,
Why Not Live
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