The
sun kisses a mountain top
And
glistens on its face of snow,
And
slowly climbs into the sky above
And
lights the valley below.
For
each of us that this day awakes
A
miracle takes place.
For
once again we walk our earth
And
own all upon its face.
And
the past regrets and foolish fears
Of
yesterday's cloudy mind,
Are
washed away by the light of day
And
seem so far behind.
For
each of us is reborn each day,
Our
life renews again.
And
with the help of God we will find a cause
That
makes us want to win.
For
a man without a goal in life
Is
a man already dead.
His
mind wanders from place to place,
And
he walks with feet of lead.
He
has no reason to stretch his mind,
No
spirit to stir his soul.
His
name is not even in the book,
When
destiny calls the roll.
Better
to take the wine of life
And
drink both deep and long--
Greet
each day 'cause you're here to stay,
And
sing your warrior's song.
For
the battle of life is joined, and
You
might fight long and true.
For
in this strife, it's the game of your life
And
the only loser is you.
Gird
up your loins with courage
And
answer the trumpets call,
And
lose or win, you can say at the end,
This
was the greatest of all!
---William
E. Bailey--- William
E. Bailey is a respected speaker and author, a Horatio Alger Award
recipient, and author of "The Rhythms of Life," Mr. Bailey's
book of poems and philosophical writings. |