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Little Boy

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This little boy:

is growing up far too fast.  He's getting too big.  I have never felt time pull so intensely, or rush by me with such force before now.  It's a strange phenomenon to be in the middle of a million seemingly endless routines: wake up, warm the milk, change the diaper, work, check the emails, fold the laundry, sweep up the Cheerios, teach the students, change the diaper, sweep up the Craisins, prepare for the students, do the dishes, sweep up the broken crackers, warm the milk, go to bed, start over...

Yet, these little tasks blur together like the world around you when you're on a fast fair ride.  Time marches on at an alarmingly rapid pace, never listening when I shout for it to wait for me to catch up.

Life's an Hourglass


Hourglass

Mindy Gledhill
© 2010 Blue Morph Music (BMI)

Little boy, when you speak
I can't help but kiss your cheeks
I love the way you grab my hands
And tell me all about your plans
Rocket high, comets fly
You and I could take a ride
And fly away to Neverland
And give our best to Peter Pan

When you reach for the stars
Don't forget who you are
And please don't turn around and grow up way too fast
See the sand in my grasp
From the first to the last
Every grain becomes a memory of the past
Oh, life's an hourglass
Life's an hourglass

Story's read, prayer is said
Close your eyes sleepyhead
While angels linger in your dreams
And hold you in their feathered wings
Just like you, I was small
Not that long ago at all
I wish you all the happiness
That God gives freely if you ask

Chorus

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