I wrote this song as my dad was entering the twilight years of his life. My mother's lyrics reflect how he was feeling at the time, wondering if God would be pleased with how he had lived his life. Our difference is made as we touch lives one by one, just like the Savior did. This song has been sung at funerals but could easily be sung in other settings. 

 

Amazing photography by Gary Smith on Instagram @shutterdawg

 

What is the measure of time, my friend?

When we start to climb or when we reach the end? 

Do we look up to horizons higher still?

Or look down from the top of the hill?

It matters not the lenght of the span

But only the worth of the gift to man.

 

A voice heard, and understood.

A kind word, a deed that is good.

And this, friend is why I can say,

"My cup runneht over today."

 

Is there a man I can call my friend? 

Whill his life be touched by mine unot the end?

If a child will reach and take me by the hand,

Together we will understand.

It matters not how far we can run

But only the footsteps made one by one.

 

A voice heard, and understood.

A kind word, a deed that is good.

And this, friend is why I can say,

"My cup runneht over today."

 

Fullfillment comes when the day is done

And peace abides with the setting sun.

O' yes this I can say, Hear me now my friend.

My journey's complete at the river's bend.

 

 

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