Some time some ordinary day will come,
A busy day, like this, filled to the brim
With ordinary tasks—perhaps so full
That we have little care or thought for Him.
And there will be no hint from silent skies,
No sign, no clash of cymbals, roll of drums—
And yet that ordinary day will be
The very day before our Lord returns!
The day before we lay our burdens down,
And learn instead the strange feel of a crown!
The day before all grieving will be past,
And all our tears be wiped away at last!
O child of God, awake and work and pray!
That ordinary day might be—today!
Make ready all thine house: tomorrow’s sun
May dawn upon the Kingdom of God’s Son.
—Author Unknown