Hard was the day today I had,
Nowhere to go, no time for glad.
No fitting in will scoot my way,
For my life’s not meant to stay.
God above, Heaven He made,
My way there Jesus has paid.
Hope on earth cannot be found
‘Tis coming when I leave this ground.
In the meantime true joy’s hiding,
The Good Book will do the guiding.
Alas time however spent,
Shall be ideally “Heaven-Bent.”
By Amy on the Eve of 2018’s Fourth of July