What earthly thing can equal,
A life that has been spent well;
Is there any valuation?
If so, no one can tell.
A well spent life is a jewel,
That shines like diamonds and gold;
At its close when life is over,
A reward the eyes will behold.
When life’s short dream is over,
After coming thru trouble and strife;
A robe and a crown are the final reward,
And the value of a well spent life.
[SIGNS OF SPRING]
I hear the singing of the merry birds,
That’s a sign that spring is near;
Their songs are sweeter than any I’ve heard,
I’ll rejoice when spring is here.
I see the grass is creeping up,
That’s another sign of spring;
The leaflets of the violets and buttercups,
And lilies are here again.
I see the trees are budding fast,
They are anxious to show their beauty;
Ah! merry spring is here at last,
All nature is doing its duty.
I see the children so full of glee,
Welcome they are singing to spring;
The sound of their voices so merrily,
Summer is coming again.
I hear them playing in the streets at night,
Ah! winter you are surely gone;
You gave us scenes bedecked in white,
We’ll sing you a farewell song.
I hear them talk of Easter day,
That memorial day of Spring;
The Savior arose from the dead they say,
And liveth evermore again.