I look behind and count the days
"When did these pass?" I ask myself
And then my answer came,
so frank yet calm and still:
"When you were climbing up and down
Taking steps both right and wrong
Those 30 days took them all in
And passed the way of those before;
For pass they must - and go they will
if you have not planted in them."
O Lord my God help me I pray
In every day something to plant
That even though the day does pass
It grows my seed, that I may reap
Hmm...so much for 30 days!
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