I asked the old man, “How do you do? ”
Then his words laid heavy on my mind.
“Why, I’m as good as a soul could be,
For yesterday I just leave b’hind.
And every day I know I’m blessed,
More than any earthly soul should be,
For the Father gives me so much more,
Than I have any right to receive.
Yes, sir, I am doing pretty good;
I’m happy and fit as a fiddle,
For God is good and life’s mighty fine,
Enjoy—it’s the key to your riddle!
So long, ” he said as I pondered
The words of this one so old and wise;
Then I prayed, as I went on my way,
“Thanks, Lord, again, You opened my eyes.”
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