Sometimes I take these moments few
to ponder what has past
And from that vantage look far ahead
to which I've yet to tread.
In vain I search for fleeting joys
and cradle dear the sorrows;
For here, I find that moments shed
are wisps of air but borrowed.
Be still, my heart, consider this,
despise your cold regret:
Know that Christ your life has prized
for Him now labor yet.