In the garden there's a tree Planted by someone who only imagined me. What love! What vision! I marvel at the gift. No fruit could be sweeter than this. I’m standing on the shoulders of the ones who came before me As my people went from land to land, Something passed from hand to hand. And it isn't just the words and stories Of the ancient laws and golden glories. It's the way we study The Book we study. It's the way we study the way. I’m standing on the shoulders of the ones who came before me Today my life is full of choice, Because a young man raised his voice. Because a young girl took a chance, I am freedom's inheritance. Years ago they crossed the sea, And they made a life that's come to me. I’m standing on the shoulders of the ones who came before me So in the garden I’ll plant a seed, A tree of life for you to read. The fruit will ripen in the sun. The words will sound when I am gone. These are the things I pass along: The fruit, the book, and the song. I’m standing on the shoulders of the ones who came before me Lanny, Steve & Doug Cotler |
“To say the right thing at the right time, keep still most of the time.” John W. Roper Those who get in trouble most often are those cannot seem to keep still, remain silent. Life teaches many lessons. Among the best lessons of life is one my father taught me at an early age was, “If you have nothing nice to say, say nothing.” The contributions we make to life via our mouth are many and varied. Most of the time, I reckon, they are not contributions at all, but things that diminish the richness of life.
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