Gently on the stream of time, <br />We are floating day by day, <br />In life's native boats sublime <br />We soon anchor in the bay. <br />We'll soon anchor in the haven, <br />Where the weary are at rest, <br />In that blissful port called Heaven, <br />Where are roaming now the blest. <br /> <br />CHORUS: <br /> <br />Be gentle, time be gentle with us, <br />While we are on life's troubled stream, <br />May life's foaming billows o'er us <br />Break away as day serene. <br />Gently on the stream of time, <br />We will swiftly glide along, <br />Till we reach the realm divine, <br />Then we'll join the heavenly throng, <br />Where our friends have gone before us <br />Waiting on the other shore. <br /> <br />In that home they sing in chorus, <br />"Welcome home the rich and poor." <br />Gently on the stream of time, <br />We shall shortly pass away, <br />We shall reach the heavenly clime <br />If God's commands we obey. <br />Gently on the stream of time <br />We are going one by one, <br />Listening to the evening chime <br />On life's journey going home.<br /><br />Julia A Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gently-on-the-stream-of-time/
