We find our way, twixt work and play to heaven’s gate, awaiting..another day. A proverb said, don’t fritter ‘way the hours, it’s late! and souls..souls! they are truly wanting. Friend, what did you say? Sun rises on plains of snow and hearts of cattle, don’t you know? have drifted far. In cold and fear snares are laid by bleak spirits for the unwary, their souls to sift..sands in the hour-glass, falling; while some will be lifted, carried up to meet our Saviour! we who obeyed, not failing. Oh! what a day, glorious day! that will be. Amen.