O What A Busy Day!
O what a Busy Day!
It’s a busy day; it’s a busy dust of time,
It’s all been very busy ever
So never there was supposedly left to calm hereafter
As it was a little more that could satisfy your soar
But, out it went aboard trying to chase you forth
All for now, all that is rolling and heaving
More and more would that the tempest be
Like three hours of long journey to reach the shore,
Weaved by tiresomeness, required by a sense of duty
Bind by the world, locked by everyday roles, where you stare
What a damp of grief meant for
To scare you out of sudden gestures
Why would the sun rise for a length of the day?
Yeah, it asks; oh where it falls alongside that shady unknown horizon that blaze?
Prizes are won, culprit gets the bar
Ships sail too far and the sky has tiny stars
Where would they all meet at the end of the day?
Where would you see such a day to stage your valley?
Out in the weird age do you find your rally?
Since too little time you are to be known
These days come after so long
When you find yourself resting at home
Watched by silent dancing glares to remind of isolation
So when you pick the known flower
and smell the savor of sweet hour
As your day hardens and hardens
But remember the sick taste of solitude that doesn’t stays
All wishes and despairs that follow down the day
Still know that you are cared!!
As finally, there in Jesus’s bosom is where you’ll find your rest…