He was going to be all that a mortal could be...
No one should be kinder or braver than he...
Tomorrow.
A friend who was troubled and weary he knew
Who'd be glad of a lift and who needed it, too;
On him would call and see what he could do...
Tomorrow.
Each morning he'd stack up the letters he'd write...
And thought of the folks he would fill with delight...
Tomorrow
It was too bad indeed he was busy today,
And hadn't a minute to stop on his way;
"More time I'll have to give others," he'd say...
"Tomorrow."
The greatest of workers this man would have been...
The world would have known him had he ever seen...
Tomorrow.
But the fact is he died, and he faded from view,
And all that he left here when living was through
Was a mountain of things he intended to do...
Tomorrow.
Anonymous
When the cup has turned to wormwood
And the wormwood turns to gall,
When your walking turns to stumbling
And the stumbling to a fall,
When you've climbed above the mountains
Yet the Alps rise rough and tall,
DON'T QUIT!
Whe the path ahead is crooked
And the road's too rough to tread,
When the best upon the table
Is replaced by sorrow's bread,
When you've crossed some troubled waters
Yet a Marah's just ahead,
DON'T QUIT!
When the vultures have descended
And disturbed your downy nest,
When sweet fruit has changed to thistle
While the thorn disturbs your rest,
When a deep to deep is calling
And when failure seems your best,
DON'T QUIT!
When the Lord has cleansed the table
Then he takes away the fat
And the best wine has been taken
Til you find an empty vat,
When another fills the throne room
Where you once proudly sat,
DON'T QUIT!
When your health is feeling sickly
And the medicine tastes bad,
When your fellowship is lonely
And your happiness is sad,
When your warmth is getting colder
And in clouds your sunshine's clad,
DON'T QUIT!
When you find your wins are losses
And that all your gains are lacks,
When ill things never come alone
And your troubles run in packs,
When your soul is bruised and battered
From the Tempter's fierce attacks,
DON'T QUIT!
Be not weary in well doing
For due season brings the grain.
He who on the Lord hath waited
Shall never run in vain.
The just man falleth seven times
Yet riseth up again.
DON'T QUIT!
Jack Hyles
