How soon that one becomes a missing face

Guest · Post by **Guest** » Sat Apr 06, 2013 3:30 pm

Old song from many years back; bitter sweet

songinmyheart · Post by **songinmyheart** » Sat Apr 06, 2013 3:42 pm

found this in poetry form by
Will H. Houghton (1887-1947) who did write songs
not sure it is the song you are looking for

So this is life, the world with all its pleasures,
Struggles and tears, a smile, a frown, a sigh,
Friendship so true, and love of kin and neighbor?
Sometimes 'tis hard to live-always, to die!

The world moves on, so rapidly the living
The forms of those who disappear replace,
And each one dreams that he will be enduring-
How soon that one becomes the missing face

In life or death-and life is surely flying,
The crib and coffin carved from the self-same tree
In life or death-and death so soon is coming-
Escape I cannot, there's no place to flee-

But Thou, O God, hast life that is eternal;
That life is mine, a gift through Thy dear Son.
Help me to feel its flush and pulse eternal,
Assurance of the morn when life is done.

Help me to know the value of these hours,
Help me the folly of all waste to see;
Help me to trust the Christ who bore my sorrows,
And this to yield for life or death to Thee.

In all my days be glorified, Lord Jesus,
In all my ways guide me with Thine own eye;
Just when and, as Thou wilt, use me, Lord Jesus,
And then for me 'tis Christ, to live or die.-

Guest · Post by **Guest** » Thu Aug 15, 2013 2:41 pm

may the Lord bless you and keep you!