Wisdom

By Mildred Allen Jeffrey


I took the best of my youth

 For pleasures all my own

 Forgetting I must some

 day reap


The chaff that I had sown.




I took the best of every


 day, When mind was


 fresh and keen To do the


 special things I loved,


 The things that would be


 seen.



My youth soon fled, and I,


 alone,Reaped sorrow for


 my pleasure.....


The things I loved to do for


show



Proved but an empty


 treasure.




But when I gave my best to


 God, My life — the


 morning hour I found His


 pleasure was my own, His


 grace my shining tower!