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 the day 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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