Faye Sizemore

PROCRASTINATION

One of these days it will be done
Today may not the one…
Someday we will all be free…
As it was promised to be
We will all be treated as kin
No one will see the color of skin
There will be no hatred ever again
When once we do win the battle of within
One of these days it will be done
Too bad today is not the one……

Lord, cleanse our heart
So that we may make a start
Putting it off till tomorrow
Has caused nothing but sorrow
Let us treat all with love…
As was intended by God above
We are running out of time…
Break the bread and pour the wine
If one of these days it is to be done
Why not make today the one…