A Beautiful Life

Each day I’ll do a gold­en deed

By help­ing those who are in need

My life on earth is but a span

And so I’ll do the best I can

The best I can.

Life’s ev­en­ing sun is sink­ing low

A few more days and I must go

To meet the deeds that I have done

Where there will be no set­ting sun.

To be a child of God each day

My light must shine along the way;

I’ll sing His praise while ag­es roll

And strive to help some trou­bled soul

Some trou­bled soul.

The on­ly life that will en­dure

Is one that’s kind and good and pure;

And so for God I’ll take my stand

Each day I’ll lend a help­ing hand

A help­ing hand.

I’ll help some­one in time of need

And jour­ney on with ra­pid speed;

I’ll help the sick and poor and weak

And words of kind­ness to them speak

Kind words I’ll speak.

While go­ing down life’s wea­ry road

I’ll try to lift some tra­vel­er’s load;

I’ll try to turn the night to day

Make flow­ers bloom along the way

The lone­ly way.