If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I
would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I
would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in
praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back
day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
to
stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you know.
If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your
day,
I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip
away.
Surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
we always
get a second chance
to make everything just right.
There will always be another day
to say "I love you," and
certainly
there's another chance to say
"Anything I can do?"
Just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say
how much I love you.
And, I hope we never forget:
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may
be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow
never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and
you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last
wish.
So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell
them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear
Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if
tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.
In Remembrance of September 11, 2001
America the Beautiful
O' beautiful for spacious skies, O' beautiful for pilgrim feet O' beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife. O' beautiful for patriot dream O' beautiful for halcyon skies, O' beautiful for pilgrims feet, O' beautiful for glory-tale O' beautiful for patriot dream Katharine Lee Bates - 1913
For amber waves of
grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America!
America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with
brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
Whose stern, impassioned stress
A
thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America!
America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in
self-control,
Thy liberty in law!
Who more than self
the country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God
thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!
That sees beyond the years
Thine
alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God
shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to
shining sea!
For amber waves of grain,
For purple
mountain majesties
Above the enameled plain!
America! America!
God shed
his grace on thee
Till souls wax fair as earth and air
And music-hearted
sea!
Whose stern impassioned stress
A
thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America!
America!
God shed his grace on thee
'Till paths be wrought
through
wilds of thought
By pilgrim foot and knee!
Of liberating strife
When once and
twice,
for man's avail
Men lavished precious life!
America!
America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till selfish gain no longer
stain
The banner of the free!
That sees beyond the years
Thine
alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God
shed his grace on thee
Till nobler men keep once again
Thy whiter jubilee!
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