Hands to the Plow

We all have acquired

What seem to us dreams

Of joyous occasions

And needful things

Our hearts desire

A quest to gather so much more

Never content with the present

But what life has in store

Or old lang syne’s our passion

Nostalgic adoration

Our lives were better yesteryears

Looking into the past

Mourning a half empty glass

Yet I have found treasure

Living in the now

Knowing a divine purpose

With my hands to the plow

For we aren’t promised tomorrow

And there’s no reliving days of yore

To be constantly in the holy presence

‘Tis what this life is truly for

Yet I have found treasure

Living in the now

Knowing a divine purpose

With my hands to the plow