When the day ends, lazy and slow,
And the sun melts new fallen snow,
That is the time for all to go
To sit at the right hand of God.
We live our lives the best we're able,
For warmth, clothes, food on the table,
Just like the man in the fable:
Rewarded in the arms of God.
Some die young, their lives just begun,
Others grow old under the sun,
Most pass on, their time not yet done;
All are loved in the heart of God.
Safe in the presence of God.
