Too late my heart gives thanks to Thee
and savors the daily blessing
when I believe my days are free
for old pleasures and carousing.
Before the day begins I should
bow down my knees to pray
that Thy strong and guiding hand would
direct my walk in Thy good way.
Each hour sends Thy gift of life,
a succession of small moments
to test how man can wait in strife
for the joy in unfolding contents.
Thy justice equals thy good grace
to broken spirits far and near
less lost than missing a strong base
on which to hold faith against fear.
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