I have a plan, my life to lead;
a mold to carve and fill.
And when this plan has taken seed
Upon Him only shall I thrill.
I plan at length to fill my head
With book and song and thought and muse
And when it's done i'll know in dread
My God, his wisdom high, profuse.
I plan, now free with fright, to toil
Long hours beneath my setting sun.
Take heed, take heed! My youth and joy'll
soon turn to age, the day's near done.
These plans seem cold and empty now.
My days of labor now bear down
on me like smog and make me bow.
Where now is wealth? Where now renown?
I have a plan, my life to leave;
my empty life has lost it's thrill.
My Lord, may no one my death grieve,
My heart now bound to you, your will.
Monday, December 8, 2008
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