When Day Is Done

The day so full of promise Has slowly slipped away, Like dying coals upon fire Where logs of oak once lay. Some victo-ries, some losses, With work yet to be don’t.

People who will need me Strug-gles to be won. So I kneel beside my bed To thank God for this day, I ask for nothing but His grace That love might light my way.

Gone forever this day, Content I’ve done my best. I hand it over now to God And seek His peaceful rest.