There are days when my own words won’t take shape. On those days I find myself clinging to the words of others… Today it is Chris Rice’s turn.
‘Every day is a journal page;
every man holds a quill and ink.
There’s plenty of room for writing in
all we do and believe and think…
So will you compose a curse,
or will today bring the blessings?
Fill the page with rhyming verse?
Or some random sketchings?
Teach us to count the days;
teach us to make the days countâ€“
Lead us in better ways
that somehow our souls forgot.
…Every day is a gift you’ve been given; make most of lifeâ€“every minute you’re living.’