SUNSET YEARS


                              Time becomes more precious

                              As seasons come and go.

                              Each dawning day’s a special gift

                              When twilight shadows grow.

                              And looking back I see God’s hand

In happiness and sorrow.

                              He has a purpose for my life,

                              A plan for each tomorrow.

                              Faithfully, He brought me through

                              The valleys in my life.

                              He took my heart and molded t•

                              Through pain and grief and strife

                              He met me on the mountaintop

                              To catch a fleeting view

                              Of love and joy unspeakable,

                              That thrilled me through and through.

                              Throughout life’s changing seasons,

                              I found God ever near.

                              Into the sunset of my years,

                              I walk without a fear.


                                                             Regina Wiencek

Do Unto Others Golden Rule

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