Lyrics Life - The Anonymous

Ev′ry golden ray of sun, Each head of grain—
All are gifts from God; They reveal his way.
Miracles performed by him sustain us each day.
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So, what are we to do with a gift so rare
But to love the One who gave it and show him we care.
No matter what we do, We never can earn it.
This gift is still a gift—The miracle of life.
Echoing the wife of Job: "Curse God and die."
We are not that way. Praise to God we give,
Thanking him for ev'ry precious moment we live.
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So, what are we to do with a gift so rare
But to love the ones around us and show them we care.
No matter what we do, We never can earn it.
This gift is still a gift—The miracle of life.