Sometimes as we journey the highway of life,
And moments of joy cross our path
Let's remember The Source, the giver of gifts,
So the beauty of His giving will last.
For sometimes in blindness we sort of abuse,
The good that we find 'long the way,
Thus making the journey a little bit rough,
By the things that we do and we say.
But each day's a new blessing and another new chance,
To correct all the errors we've sown,
And the blessing to start all over again
And to know that much better we've grown.
