We Never Know
We never know when those we love,
Might be called to heaven's door,
Which among the arms that hold us,
Would be gone for evermore.
Tender words of love and kindness,
From our lips would flow,
To those who might be taken,
If we could only know.
And though we never know,
Who first will rest beneath the clay,
Regrets and grief would spare our hearts,
If words we mean were said today.
Save a wounded heart and say it now,
For we never know.
By
Richard Netherland Cook
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