Borrowed Blessings
(song)
The gift I got on my ninth birthday
Wore a ribbon on his head
Then he chewed up all my presents
That night he slept upon my bed
He was there for me in the good and bad
Walked for years right by my side
I never knew how much I'd miss him
‘Til the morning that he died
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He was just a Borrowed Blessing
One of God’s great gifts to me
Sometimes we think we own these moments
Only to find that we don’t even hold the keys
She liked to wear pink ribbons in her hair
And he wore a crooked tie
It was picture time at school that day
And as the bus drove away I’d cry
And I was always there, made sure they combed their hair
But no matter how hard I tried
I couldn’t keep them from growing older
And now they’re taking my car to drive
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They were just a Borrowed Blessing
One of God’s great gifts to me
Sometimes we think we own these moments
Only to find that we don’t even hold the keys
Now the trees seem so much taller now
The valleys a little deeper.
I’m moving much more slowly
And the stairs are a little steeper
Last year the girl I loved made her final climb
And as for me well, it’s a matter of time
Life is just a Borrowed Blessing
One of God’s great gifts to me
Sometimes we think we own these moments
Only to find that He is holding all the keys
So treasure all the loves you find
For they might soon leave you behind
They’re simply Borrowed Blessings
God’s special gifts
His special gifts of time
They’re simply Borrowed Blessings
God’s special gifts
His greatest gift of time.
Co-written by Richard Doyle & Ron Miller
(original poem)
They're simply Borrowed Blessings.
The special gifts of time.
We think we own the moment,
Yet the moment is sublime.
So cherish the love around you.
Give it all that you can find.
They're simply borrowed Blessings.
The special gifts of time.
My gift on Christmas morning
Wore a ribbon on his head.
He chewed up all my presents.
At night he slept upon my bed.
He was there in times of sorrow.
Walked for hours by my side.
I never knew how much I'd miss him
'Til the morning that he died.
She wore her hair in ribbons,
And he a crooked tie.
The sandbox kids I cherished,
Now taking my car to drive.
Where are my little toddlers
Who caused me so much "strife"?
They're driving themselves to school,
And soon driving off to life.
The trees seem so much taller now,
The valleys a little deeper.
My movements a little slower.
The stairs just a little steeper.
The love of my life is gone now.
For me just a matter of time.
They're simply Borrowed Blessings.
God's special gifts of time.