every day comes bearing gifts,
slipping past our fingertips,
I hope we get to do it again,
so much to be thankful for,
though we don’t know what’s in store,
I hope we get to do it again,
and although our time is short,
how could we ask for more?
within this fragile span,
I hope we get to do it again..
and although our time is short,
how could we ask for more?
we call our wishes “plans,”
and we hope we get to do it again..
every day comes bearing gifts,
slipping past our fingertips,
I hope we get to do it again…
A marvelous song. The sense of grateful thanks and hopeful expectation keeps bringing me back to listen again and again.