Truelet

Each day there is sunshine,
Each day there are showers,
Means some day in May Day
We’ll be picking wild flowers.

Inch by Inch

I’m yet in the path
A jogging along,
That’s leading to the righteous
Away from the wrong.

We have not time
To talk evil of others,
For losing enemies
To gain heavenly brothers.

Oh, Lord!
May the day be long
In which you have power
To sound the heavenly gong.

We know this means
Our last day,
Bless us and save us
In that land far away.