One day, one night,
When my hair is white
And my skin is tight.
When I know not left from right
And can no longer stand aright.
No inspiration to write
And no will to fight.
When I sleep in fright,
Doubting if I’d see the morning light.
When even taking a bite,
Wound take great might.
I hope in my life’s highlight,
I would have lived right.
Made a soul bright,
Brought to a dark life, sunlight,
Gave a blind soul, sight,
Helped a man to a higher height.
Then on the judgement night,
When I approach the throne in fright,
And whisper, ‘should I go to the right?’
My maker would answer, ‘that’s right!’.
Then I’ll laugh in great delight
As I’m counted among God’s elite.
I pray my garment would be white,
Clean and pure, without a blight.
And finally when saints take their flight,
I will forever rest in heaven’s light.
‘A Day and Night’