Every day is a journal page, every man holds a quill and ink
There's plenty of room for writing in all we do and believe and think
So will you compose a curse, or will today bring the blessings?
Fill the page with rhyming verse, or some random sketchings?
Teach us to count the days, teach us to make the days count
Lead us in better ways, 'cuz somehow our souls forgot
Life means so much, life means so much
Life means so much
Every day is a bank account, and time is our currency
So no one's rich, nobody's poor, we get 24 hours each
So how are you gonna spend, will you invest or squander?
Try to get ahead or help someone who's under?
Teach us to count the days, teach us to make the days count
Lead us in better ways, 'cuz somehow our souls forgot
Life means so much, life means so much
Life means so much
Has anybody lived who knew the value of a life?
And don't you think giving His own would prove the worth of yours and mine?
Teach us to count the days, teach us to make the days count
Lead us in better ways, 'cuz somehow our souls forgot
Life means so much, life means so much
Life means so much...
-Chris Rice
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1 comment:
Great song Rob, but where is yours? I've been waiting for that mind of yours to finally learn to express itself on paper. When it happens it will be both inspiring (for the listener) and satisfying (for the writer).
I just finsshe the 1st verse of a new song (actually the old one I wrote & never put music to). I'll e-mail it to you. It's kind of like eli meets cademons (surprise). That's minus the voice and music talent I might add.
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