Passing Days

Lord, the days have come, the days have gone
Who knows but I how the days are so long?
Time has a way of slowing down,
especially when I am wearing a frown.
Cheerful days go by much quicker
and seem to pass before eye can flicker;
But then sorrow comes along a takes away all my song.

Help me to fill my days with cheer and memories dear
and help me not to dwell on the sad,
But keep me thinking of things that are glad.

Oh, that we could memories erase,
especially those that are hard to face.
Satan would like to wrap us in gloom,
But faith is the victory that seals his doom
Satan cannot keep us in despair
When on God we cast our care.
Greater is He that is in us, than he who is in the world
And greater is His love for us than anyone has ever told.

And though the story may be old,
He died on the cross to save our soul,
and now He keeps us by His grace
Until the day we are face to face.

Patricia Davies
3/6/80

Passing Days

librapat

Chiefland, United States

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Another poem written at the time of my Mother’s death

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