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 too 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 fades into the past?

Our time is precious, come what may —

The gift of life is ours today.


Clay Harrison



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