When you come to the end
Of the day that is done
Do you think of the things you let go by
Do you look back and think
It was all worth the while
Or do you wish you could all start again.
But when you come to the end of a life
Cut short and it all appears sad
Do you stop and think
Of the things you said
And the actions you took
And wish you could start again.
But look up My Child, have hope
For the Father looks down to you
He knows your thoughts
He knows your hurts
He knows where you're at right now
And He whispers to you, "trust in me!"
