Count every day a treasure
   From out of God's vast store;
Regard each one as precious
   And worth the waiting for.

Hold as a fragile blossom,
   A gem, uncut and rare,
A quickly-paced sunrise that's
   No longer here nor there.

A day's a flower's fragrance:
   Evasive, yet so real;
A space in time allotted
   Some wounded soul to heal.

Think of a day as you scan
   A bird in muted flight
Drawing earth and sky so near:
   A lovely, fleeting sight.

Count every day a treasure,
   A gift that's fresh and new
Proceeding from the Father
   For all, but yes, for you.

Make it a personal happening;
   Find opportunities
For doing something special
   Another's heart to please.

"Teach us to number our days,
   O, Father, this we pray
That we may learn the worth of
   A solitary day."