Oh, Sacred Trust!
This life is mine! This golden goblet,
Filled with rich red wine, is mine
To quaff at will. Let me not spill
One precious drop upon the floor
To mingle with the dust; nor let my lust
For living tarnish this bright cup.
Let me hold up each shining moment.
Like a jewel, to catch the sunlight.
Let there be an opalescent glow
Upon each hour. Oh,let me savor well
The sweetness of it; and grant that I,
Before I die, may spell my Maker’s name,
Within whose image I am clothed,
Upon the sands of time in burning letters,
That out-distance stars and space,
And that no wave shall dare erase!
CHRISTIAN BOARD OF PUBLICATION