Life has grown oh so fast
And nothing really seems to last;
How can I keep up this pace,
Without it showing upon my face?

I work hard every single day,
There's very little time for play;
I will always do my very best,
Then time will come for me to rest.

I'll support my son and help him grow,
My love for him, he'll always know;
I'll be there for my daughters, too,
Our moments together are far too few.

The day will come when I've done my part,
When my children are a work of art;
Then from this world I'll take my leave,
And I hope for me they will not grieve.

I will rest in the arms of my Lord,
The one who keeps me in accord;
The one whose love for me never dies,
The one who within me always abides.

There is no rest upon this earth,
If we're to show the world our worth;
But one day, way too soon I fear,
Rest will come and I'll shed no tears.

~Sandra Oidtman ~
Copyright 1999