Flying Past

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s happening too quickly, Lord,

The days are flying past.

These winter months should linger more,

The cool stillness should last.

 

The long dark nights, rain on the roof,

The flannel dreams of peace

Were meant to pass so slowly that

They seem never to cease.

 

But we are far into the month

When things change for the light,

When darkness learns that it has lost,

For six more months, the fight.

 

Oh, Lord, I love these winter days

With all our thoughts on You,

The long, dark days we fill with praise

For the promise made true.

 

I want to treasure these days, Lord,

But they fly by so fast.

Before long even tomorrow

Will be lost to the past!