This moment, this moment is all that you have,
to live, to breathe in and out, to absorb it all,
to love and be loved, to serve and be served, to fullfil purpose on Earth.
This moment, this is all that you really have.
The past is just a memory, good or bad, gone.
The future of tempting worries won't improve this one,
This moment, this is all that you have.
Mothers witness that this moment will pass,
little hands will leave their little trains behind and pursue the world,
little babbles will become narrative and this moment will be gone.
Children like wind, are blown into adults, leaving dry tears behind.
Even if this moment for you is one to grieve and to cry,
to hurt and to survive, to anguish and to heal,
moments of sorrow will also vanish behind.
And then when all is said and done,
when all the moments have sung their song,
You will look behind, and wonder what moments flourished
and which ones were buried to die.
When only eternity lays around,
Time gone to hiding aside,
All the little moments will matter,
for what they brought to Heaven.
Moments of praises and worship stand out,
thanksgiving breaths to the greatest moment of all,
when the Son of God, author of time and life,
chose to give His last moment to make yours and mine abound.