Wisdom
by Mildred Allen Jeffrey
I took the best of my youth
For pleasures all my own
Forgetting I must some day reap
The chaff that I had sown.
I took the best of everyday,
When mind was fresh and keen
To do the special things I loved,
The things that would be seen.
My youth soon fled, and I, alone,
Reaped sorrow for my pleasure.....
The things I loved to do for show
Proved but an empty treasure.
But when I gave my best to God,
My life — the morning hour I found
His pleasure was my own,
His grace my shining tower!
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