“Before the Day Was Done”
He counted change in a coffee can
Folded bills with calloused hands
Skipped a lunch, worked overtime
Dreamed about her smile at night
He stood beneath those jewelry lights
Heart wide open, hope held tight
Just a simple band, one small stone
All the love his hands had known
On the drive home the sky looked new
Every song was speaking truth
He couldn’t wait to see her eyes
Shining like that diamond’s light
She said she loved it, held him close
Said it meant the world the most
He felt ten feet tall inside
Like he’d finally done it right
But before the day was done
Before the moon replaced the sun
She whispered, “There’s a bigger one…”
And something in him came undone
The house was dark, her breathing slow
He stared at shadows on the wall
The ring still sparkling on her hand
But it felt smaller than before
It wasn’t gold that lost its shine
It was the moment, fragile, fine
How fast a heart can drift away
From thank you to someday
He never said a single word
But silence carries what it hurts
When love is measured by what’s next
Even giving feels like less
She said she loved it, that was true
But love kept reaching for something new
He gave his best, his everything
Still it wasn’t quite the dream
Before the night had fully begun
Before the thrill had even run
The gift became a stepping stone
And he had never felt so alone
And it hit him like a mirror
In the quiet of that room
How many times had he done the same
Chasing what was coming soon?
Breath in his lungs, food on the table
Mercy waking him each day
Hands that held him through the storms
He’d barely stopped to say
How many mornings did he rise
And look past grace toward bigger skies?
How often had his own heart said,
“There must be more ahead”?
He felt the ache from the other side
The giver watching, eyes grown tired
Not angry—just heartsore
Watching love ask for more
All the days he’d been carried through
All the times the light broke through
Doors that opened, prayers he’d prayed
Strength he found when hope had frayed
Before the day was ever done
Before he asked for one more sun
He’d been held, he’d been loved
By hands that gave enough
Now he sees the gold in small
The miracle in having it all
Not in diamonds, not in shine
But in grace that meets him every time
Before the day is done tonight
He’s gonna stand in that good light
Count the ways he’s overcome
All the things the Lord has done
No more living for the next
No more proving love by excess
He’s rich in ways he can’t outspend
Held again and again and again
He’ll say, “This is enough.”
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