So much that I might share
But the lock is on my lips
And his ears are sternly plugged
And the time I sense is wrong.
But ‘this Word ne’er comes back void
It has life-begetting power.’
Still the Spirit warns ” not yet
There will come a choicer hour.”
And I occupy at work
And I occupy at home
And I watch the Race perform
Seldom is this treasure known.
Mine the task of staying clean
Using edifying speech
And a temperate choice of thoughts
And a helping hand out outreached.
But the day does come at last
When with tears he seeks me out
And his tinsel world is gone
And he hears what Christ’s about.