Oh, what a mystery is life!
And all the world around;
The joy, the pleasure and the strife
With which the earth abounds.

When blessed with health and seasons too
Sometimes we may rejoice;
But darker days attends not few,
What God for them made choice.

May we remember the bright days
And light upon our path;
When sun shone through with her warm rays
And we did sing and laugh;

Life is a mixture through and through,
Our Lord would have it so;
Who came Himself to this world too,
And suffered here below.

His mercies’ over all His works
He gives their being too -
All creatures with all of their quirks,
In all they think and do.

Surely His Purpose is so great,
His pow’r and glory too;
That He can do to us no wrong
When darkly we see through

The fuzziness of this world’s glass
And our troubles may seem not few;
Our dark mind cries, “Alas, Alas”,
Whatever shall I do?

Think of the times of days gone by
He covered you with dew;
Your heart He lifted to His sky,
Your eyes to His hills too;

Made you to joy in His earth,
And in His goodness too,
And formed in your soul a new birth
Your first love you then knew;

In time He will to us appear
The only Potentate;
No more shall we in that day fear,
When fear is passed away.

Copyright 2000

O. Allen Bailey