I shall be busy, though my hands
In idleness may stay;
I shall be active and well filled
With joy this shining day.
No fragment of a golden hour
Shall drift to barren end;
I shall rejoice in holy thought
For stranger, foe, and friend.
I shall rejoice because I know
God made His children free
And good and loving, and secure
From mortal destiny.
And I shall sing His songs of love
That all mankind shall bless.
This day shall be an active one
For healing consciousness.
