Wisdom
Wisdom more
precious than knowledge.
Peace far more precious than creeds.
Compassion outshines clever lyrics
He told us
rewards will be granted
According to men’s loving deeds.
Stone will give way to the chisel,
Clay to the potter’s hand.
The things of this earth
Will all
pass away.
The soul alone will stand
Will stand to face our maker, will stand to hear
him say.
Well
done my faithful servant, come in my arms to stay.
Eventide
The light of day is fading
The candles flame burns low.
Far over this earth we travel,
For many a road we shall know,
Many the fears we must conquer.
Whilst
keeping our goal in sight.
He who knows
all our days,
Knows all of
our hours,
Will keep us safe through the night,
Will guide our faltering footsteps
As dangerous terrains we roam.
He who knows
days, knows hours
Will guide us safely back home.