Hold tight to the sound of the music of living
-Happy songs from the laughter of children at play;
Hold my hand as we run through the sweet fragrant meadows,
Making mem'ries of what was today.
Tiny voice that I hear is my little girl calling
For Daddy to hear just what she has to say;
And my little son running there down the hillside,
May never be quite like today.
Tender words, gentle touch, and a good cup of coffee,
And someone that loves me and wants me to stay;
Hold them near while they're here, and don't wait for tomorrow
To look back and wish for today.
Take the blue of the sky and the green of the forest,
The gold and the brown of the freshly-mown hay,
Add the pale shades of spring and the circus of autumn,
And weave you a lovely today.
For we have this moment to hold in our hands,
And to touch as it slips through our fingers like sand;
Yesterday's gone, and tomorrow may never come,
But we have this moment, today.
- Lyrics by Gloria Gaither. Music by William J. Gaither. © 1975 William J. Gaither.
We do indeed have "this moment today." I'm often reminded of what James 4 tells us that our life is but a vapor, and then it is gone.
So what kind of vapor is my life? Just what scent does it emit? What fragrance (or stench) would someone encounter when they interact with me?
Yes Gloria, I do have "this moment today."
Thanks for blessing my life, and our world with your extraordinary gifts.