Every day is a journal page

Every man holds a quill and ink

And there's plenty of room for writing in

All we do is believe and think

So will you compose a curse

Or will today bring the blessings

Fill the page with rhyming verse

Or some random sketchings



Teach us to count the days

Teach us to make the days count

Lead us in better ways

Somehow our souls forgot

Life means so much

Life means so much

Life means so much



Every day is a bank account

And time is our currency

So no one's rich, nobody's poor

We get twenty-four hours each

So how are you gonna spend

Will you invest or squander

Try to get ahead

Or help someone who's under



repeat chorus



Has anybody lived who knew the value of a life

And didn't He give His own

To show the worth of yours and mine?



repeat chorus



Every day is a gift you've been given,

Make the most of the time every minute you're living