Just twenty four short hours

Are what we have today

Fourteen hundred – forty Minutes

To do and speak and pray

Eighty-six thousand four hundred seconds

To never come again

The clock is ticking ticking

And just memories remain

The words we choose to speak

Will echo-echo on

And what we choose to do

Is somewhere written down

But God’s goodness and His mercy

Are Helpers ever true

Through the hours of our day

While His Light shines all night through

His Light Shines All Night Through by Peter Caligiuri © 2020 All rights reserved