Wednesday, January 5, 2011



THE GIFT OF LIFE

The gift of life is ours today.
To mold and shape like blocks of clay.
each day unveils an open door
That wasn't open there before

The gift of life is ours today.
to use before it ticks away
Like sand within an hourglass
For this day to is soon to pass
Our yesterdays have all been spent
They can't be saved or sold or lent

The gift of life is ours today
To worship, work or rest and play
The hours pass so quickly by,
We sometimes laugh and sometimes cry
There is so much we need to do
If we would have a dream come true
Who knows which day will be our last
Before it takes to the past
Our time is precious come what may
The gift of life is ours today.

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