Softly falls the light of day as my cares all fade away.
What I do and what I dare will have to wait for tomorrow.
It is the Lord, in whom I trust to keep me safe if it be His will,
To serve Him on earth each day for His honor and glory.
You and I will die someday and everyone else will too.
And the loved ones we leave behind will carry on.
It matters not how and when or where we are born,
Nor what race or tribe or creed we were born into,
Nor if we are male, female, or other, young, or old,
Nor how and when and where we die.
What matters most is how we lived
And what we stood for in the end.
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