A Daily Wosh
Each day I'll do a golden deed,
By helping those whoa re in need,
My life on earth is but a span,
And so I'll do the best I can.
To be a child of God each day,
My life must shine along the way.
I'll sing His praises as the years roll,
And try to help some troubled soul.
The only life that will endure,
Is one that's kind, good and pure.
And so for God I'll take my stand,
And every day I'll lend a hand.
I'll help some one in time of need,
And journey on with rapid speed,
I'll help the sick, the poor and weak,
And wordsof kindness to them speak.
While going down lifes weary road,
I'll try to lift some travelers load,
I'll try to turn the night to day,
Make flowers bloom along the way.
Life's evening sun is sinking low,
A few more days and I kust go,
To meet the deeds, that I have done,
Where there will be no setting sun.
J.B. Black Sr. Scrap book 7-4-76