As the sand falls through the
hourglass,                                                       ­           
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our lives go ticking by so
fast                                                             ­           
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Each grain is so
intricate,                                                       ­                               
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each one its own so
delicate                                                         ­                       
                                                                ­                                                    
Like children they are separate                                                         ­                       
                                                                ­                                                  
but also need to compensate                                                       ­                             
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We need to love our daughters & sons                                                             ­                                                             
                                                                ­                                          
treasure the grains in every last one                                                              ­  
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Someone once said to me,                                                              ­                              
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children are gems we are borrowing,                                                       ­                           
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until God decides he needs them more than
me                                                    
          ­                                                                 ­                                     
they will continue be my treasure, sparkling