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