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UNTIL THIS HOUR

by:
Michael Dubina

I view with so much sadness
So many days of past
I could have better done so much
That would much better last
A lot of little, common things,
That came to pass, each day,
But never seemed to matter, much
Until this hour, today.

So many simple, daily deeds,
I could have better done;
So many days I could have spent
In better loving, one;
ANd O' so many, many times
I could have better prayed
To show my Lord more lasting faith
For blessings of each day.

But these are hours and careless deeds
I cannot live, anew,
To better gild, with lasting love,
The little things we do
So, I must pray God understands
I rue my thoughtless ways
But little things didn't matter, much
Until this hour, today.

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