Russell G. Robison

ANOTHER DAY

Will there be another day
Or will this be the last
Won’t take this day for granted
Like I used too in the past

What will this day bring I don’t know
Sure hope it brings the shine
All twisted up inside again
And sick to death of whine

Will do what I can do to make
This day one of my best
For I know that’s the game He plays
And just part of the test