The Window Of Life

I looked from the window of life where I stood,
I looked on the world and I saw it was good;
I looked at myself and was sorely aggrieved,
Could this be the being in whom I believed?

I looked from the window of life, and behold
A record of deeds many centuries old;
Such pleasures as once would have given delight
No longer the heart of the nation’s invite.

I look from the window of life where I stand.
The prospect unfolding before me is grand;
Determined to follow where loyalty leads
Must meet the reward that all others exceeds.

I look from the window of life and I find
The years have been wasted because I was blind,
For surely no clear sighted soul could reject
Those paths which the glories of heaven reflect.

I look from the window of life and I see
The sweep of the future, how broad it may be;
The hills and the valleys alike will be fair,
If only the leader who loves me is there.

I look from the window of life and I know
Sweet joy will be with me where ever I go;
How pleasant to follow where Jesus will guide,
Content if I may in His shadow abide.