No matter what else you are doing
From cradle days through to the end,
You are writing your life’s secret story;
Each day sees another page penned.
Each month ends a thirty-page chapter,
Each year means the end of a part,
And never an act is misstated
Or even one wish of the heart.
Each day when you wake the book opens
Revealing a page clean and white—
What thoughts and what words and what doings
Will cover its pages by night?
God leaves that to you—you’re the writer
And never a word shall grow dim.
“Finish” and give life’s book to him.