However long, however short,
   However tinged with pain,
Though rich or poor, the Christian life
   Is never loss, but gain.

It may be lived at towering heights
   Or in the valley dim.
No matter, for the child of God
   Is linked at last to Him.

The life of faith considers not
   The ambiance of time.
For it, the trials, the joys, the tears,
   Are equally sublime.

With mind acutely conscious of
   The wonder of it all,
The Christian oft is mystified
   That life should ever pall.

He little cares for lesser things
   That do not fit the plan,
He knows the best of everything
   God gives to mortal man.

So with a bright’ning hope he lives
   In thrall of that great day.
When Christ the Author of his life
   Will catch the Church away

To that bright land where golden dreams
   And earnest hopes come true.
Where all for which he will have lived
   Is vindicated, too.

Each trusting soul or trembling saint
   Will bid this world farewell,
To move to that celestial home
   Where all is well, is well.

—Dave Breese