I listen to them.
I sing them with fervor and bemoan
The fact that our kids don't
Know the treasures of the past.
However, sometimes the
Writers blunder.
(Just like I do.)
A moment ago I was singing along
With "At the Cross."
But when I came to the final line,
I stopped short.
I just couldn't sing, "And now I am
Happy all the day."
It's not true.
I'm blessed.
I'm hopeful.
I'm loved.
I'm all of these and more, but
I'm not happy all the time and
I don't need to be.