When day is done
And all is quiet
I reminisce
Of all that was
Of all the love
God showed to me
He smiled at me
And said well done
When day is done
I bow my head
And say a prayer
To honor Him
I see the stars
Untold numbers
I see my star
My star up there
When day is done
The body frayed
By the labor
Of the long day
Relief is sighed
For awesome rest
Then in the bed
When all is done
When day is done
I thank the Lord
For everything
For all the things
He brought me though
For the blessings
He gave to me
Calling me His
When day is done
Latta Kussman says
I loved my sister’s Susan’s poem, “When the Day is Done”. The pictures were expressive rendering the spiritual thoughts…Uncle Latta
Susan Nuyt says
Thanks, I’ll tell her that! We try to match up the right pictures for her poems the best we can. We’re working on her next one, in fact.