Busy days, growing lives
sometimes it's hard to realize
that these precious hours are some day gone
fading into distant song
What will I do with a moment in time
when you are here and you are mine
what will I do and be and say
to lead you on in the only Way?
Your high pitched voice, your childish lisp
carried away with a gentle wisp
This day will be a memory
Lord, make me ready to set you free.
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