How Nice Of You

How nice of You, to set Your rainbow in the sky

And make Your promise shine so high,

And even stoop to dry my eyes ~

How very nice of You!

How nice of You to be my joy on gloomy days

And, when I droop my head, You raise

Enough to offer feeble praise ~

How very nice of You!

How nice of You, when life is old

And a million stories have been told,

To teach us one that can’t grow old ~

How very nice of you!

How nice of You, when day is through,

To show the Moon and stars that do

Their courses, as You told them to ~

How very nice of You!

How nice of You, when days are long,

To give the birds to share their song;

To put that smile on a face that’s long ~

How very nice of you!

How nice of You, when old friends go

And body, weak, is trembling so,

To give us strength so other’s know ~

How very nice of you!

How nice of You to set me free

When this old temple’s done with me,

To take my soul to dwell with Thee ~

How very nice of You!

© 2004 ~ Joan Clifton Costner