THE NIGHT GROWS DARK

What can I say as the night grows dark,

And the days grow weak and dim?

What can I say when my time is short,

And my words are small and slim?

What can I say when my thoughts compound,

And my heart beats fast,

And my memories fall away? 

Some just right but some too far,  

And some won't let me go. 

I can say that, Christ, how I love each hour, 

How I live each day,

And I breath each flower,

And I strive to find the way.

I can ask God please, please to make me sure

When my heart beats slow,

And my memories fall away.  

nina naomi