A Song

There came a time,
And the day was long.
When going about my work,
My lips moved in a song.

These songs...I knew,
From years gone by.
And to sing them oft,
I did not try.

But this day...came on,
In a different way.
For I knelt at dawn,
To sing ...and pray.

And smiled to them,
Who were passing by.
And I comforted the child,
Who stood to cry.

This day...that came,
Had touched my heart.
And it gave me the power,
My lips to part.


E.P. 1908 - 1989