It used to be only Mondays, Today I realised it had always been Mondays and Thursdays Why vera, why so blind? Well soon, it would be Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays.
There are times like today when it gets to her And so she questions:
"And shall i fear That there is anything that men hold dear Thou would'st deprive me of, And nothing give in place?"
Her Father hears her cry and gently replies:
"My Child, I died for thee. And if the gift of Love and Life You took from Me, Shall I one precious thing withhold-- One beautiful and bright, One pure and precious thing withhold? My child, it cannot be."
Hearing His reply, She smiles and quietly give thanks, To the One who never ceases to be faithful.
