Perhaps Today


I cannot tell when Christ will come

But every day, I know

That He might come before tonight

And pray, “Lord, be it so!”

I wait that moment breathlessly,

I listen for His cry

When all the living and the dead

Shall meet Him in the sky.

But if there still is work to do,

Some others yet to win,

Then may I be His instrument

To bring them unto Him.

I long to sit at Jesus’ feet

To look into His face;

‘Twill take eternity to tell

The wonders of His grace.


By Barbara C. Ryberg