Sunrise; day risen with renewed hope of living for you.                          Sunset; day dying with collapsed hope of living for self.

As the waters of discontent pulse in my ears                                                 the rankness of each passing hour burdens you with my hourly defeats.  Absentmindedness curdles your joy

Life in your Spirit slips off my consciousness                                                    until a life of prayer becomes unaccustomed to me                                       calling my soul to her only song left,                                                          "Great is thy faithfulness, Lord unto me."