When the week is ended
Do you stop and think
That a week is gone
It cannot be taken back
That words that are spoken
And deeds that are done
Are now in history
Beyond the reach of all man.
Do you come to this moment
With thoughts of regrets
Of things that were done
Of things forgotten
But now it is over
It cannot be retrieved
The week is done
You cannot touch it again.
But take heart this day
A new week lies ahead
With new hopes and plans
And a chance to begin
Then look up above
Take hold of His hand
For He will never leave you
You are safe in His hand.
