Numbered By Time

 You have searched my heart and found of my worth..

With hope and commitment, you have refined my days on earth.

While there are those, who oppose what I choose..

I will conquer and pledge, what others might loose.

Fashioned and made, by the Lord's own hands..

I am chosen to lead, my house from the sand.

Though numbered by time, I am set forth to pray..

So the light of the Lord, should be strengthened to stay.

I remember the days, when my harp had no strings..

The darkness around me, were not petals or wings.

My heart was alone, in thought and in deed..

But You My Master, equipped me with seed.

Down by the river

, you supplied all my needs..

When tears fell like rain and flies flew with greed.

Happy were your hands, to stretch forth and touch..

My weakened little body, with gold that was crushed.

Oh that my life, might comfort a friend..

To sow seeds of kindness, until their days come to an end.

None of my possessions, I will take when I go..

So Abba, My Father, be my lead, as I grow.