My Twentieth Century
In the mid Twentieth Century in May I was born
A timid child dependent on parents and home;
From a one-room school with family and friends
To a world of amazement, beginning to end.
A century when man on horseback began
Then walked on the moon - O what a great span!
Who knows what for us the next century holds
As life like a parchment scroll daily unfolds.
Three lovely children to nurture and train
Treasures of God my family became;
The dearest of husbands so perfect and kind
No greater blessing on earth could I find.
Grandchildren, too, are a pleasure to me
My life is filled with their laughter you see;
Life cycles revolve like a billowing sea
And one day soon they grandparents will be.
Many lives, many dreams like vapour are past
But one thing remains, and to it we hold fast;
Our Heavenly Father, Creator of man
Still holds our future secure in His hand.
-- Janet Cecil
In the mid Twentieth Century in May I was born
A timid child dependent on parents and home;
From a one-room school with family and friends
To a world of amazement, beginning to end.
A century when man on horseback began
Then walked on the moon - O what a great span!
Who knows what for us the next century holds
As life like a parchment scroll daily unfolds.
Three lovely children to nurture and train
Treasures of God my family became;
The dearest of husbands so perfect and kind
No greater blessing on earth could I find.
Grandchildren, too, are a pleasure to me
My life is filled with their laughter you see;
Life cycles revolve like a billowing sea
And one day soon they grandparents will be.
Many lives, many dreams like vapour are past
But one thing remains, and to it we hold fast;
Our Heavenly Father, Creator of man
Still holds our future secure in His hand.
-- Janet Cecil
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