In The Thick of Thin Things
If I could just live until I die, I would indeed be fine, no time lost to hate or pride. No disrupting thoughts or ways, a true joy felt for each day. To laugh and play with a child to stop and listen to an elder.
If I could just live until I die.
I would relish the bite of a frosty morn and stand in awe of a summer storm.
Each person would be as priceless as a Van Gogh.
If I could just live until I die.
No grudges against another. Each breath a gift from God fresh with wonderful possibilities.
If I could just live until I die.
I would marvel at the multitude of people and their various gifts. I would share my own gifts freely poured out like running water.
If I could just live until I die, then I would not be in the thick of thin things.