I know a land where the streets are paved

With the things which we meant to achieve.

It is walled with the money we meant to have saved,

And the pleasures for which we grieved.

The kind words unspoked, the promises broken,

And many a coveted boon

Are stowed away there, in that land somewhere-

The land of Pretty soon.

 

There are uncut jewels of possible fame

Lying about in the dust,

And many a noble and lofty aim

Covered with mold and rust.

And oh! This place, while it seems so near,

Is farther away than the moon.

Tho our purpose is fair, we never get there-

The land of Pretty soon.

 

The road that leads to that mystic land

Is strewn with pitiful wrecks,

And the ships that have sailed for its shining strand

Bear skeletons on their decks.

It is farther at noon than it was at dawn,

And farther at night than at noon:

Oh, let us beware of that land down there-

The land of Pretty soon.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ive heard it say that “Childhood is a terrible thing to waste!” Since we can apply that statement to all of life, let us reflect on our lives lived for God. Are we living in the land of Pretty soon, or are we daily about Gods business?