Work While It Is Day

Blazing sun- beats down on this rock;
I must work while it is day.
Before my journey ends,
on this spherical merry-go-round.

For more need to come-
to His Kingdom of Love.
Many lack in purpose,
no belief beyond this playground.

Living to laugh, pleasure is good.
Yet the future is hazy,
The End not understood.

Those with the truth,
work, while the sun is high,
don't wait for twilight.
Clasp hands with these lost on the playground,
lead them home.

Delsia Marie Hall