Gray daylight lingered drearily
The sun could not shine thru.
The very dark and dismal clouds
That cast their evil spell on me.
Is there no lasting earthly joy
That changes not with happenings
No place where insults can't employ
To mar the joys of peasant or kings.
Tho' I'd search the wide world over
Not one place could I find
Where Joy and peace and happiness
Were uppermost in the heart and mind,
Where all was contentment
Satisfied with this earth's store
But always everywhere I see
Reaching hands for something more.
Twill not be thus in yon bright land
Where My Savior reigns supreme
There will be no tempter there
Our Lives and joys to mar
There'll be no pain or sorrow
But a looking for each bright tomorrow
God's love and forgiveness; His Amazing Grace
Oh! to sit at His feet and see His sweet face
This will be lasting Joy.
by Elizabeth Calkins Lyons
October 1, 1954
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