by Frank Lee Jennings
I know now though I didn't then
That the swiftness of time
Was swifter than I could know
That the fine things before my eyes
Were not forever, were but a blink
A click of the camera of time
Taking bejeweled snapshots
Of moments I thought would be forever
In ignorance I only saw the beauty of then
Not knowing those fleeting sights
Would fade away and times be changed
To Ecclesiastes twelfth
But ignorance is forgiven
Since I had not passed this way before
And shan't pass this way again
Only one trip to a customer but many snapshots are allowed
The snapshots taken by mind and spirit
Never fade or dim, those children of youth
those babes in arms growing
Laughing as they played
All quiet now their laughter grown
Grown and sadly scattered to other views
Quiet save for the sounds of my
Thumbing through the album
Those snapshots wisely taken
By my spirit and God pressing the shutter
Knowing which ones to keep
To be relished in Ecclesiastical days
When snapshots are become my chief occupation
My children my wife my heart
My life my loves my God the Father
Who took His own pictures of me.
Thank you for the journey Lord
It's been a great mystery to me
Though I've lived it my ignorance remains
But now I know at least who bought my ticket
I know now though I didn't then
That the swiftness of time
Was swifter than I could know
That the fine things before my eyes
Were not forever, were but a blink
A click of the camera of time
Taking bejeweled snapshots
Of moments I thought would be forever
In ignorance I only saw the beauty of then
Not knowing those fleeting sights
Would fade away and times be changed
To Ecclesiastes twelfth
But ignorance is forgiven
Since I had not passed this way before
And shan't pass this way again
Only one trip to a customer but many snapshots are allowed
The snapshots taken by mind and spirit
Never fade or dim, those children of youth
those babes in arms growing
Laughing as they played
All quiet now their laughter grown
Grown and sadly scattered to other views
Quiet save for the sounds of my
Thumbing through the album
Those snapshots wisely taken
By my spirit and God pressing the shutter
Knowing which ones to keep
To be relished in Ecclesiastical days
When snapshots are become my chief occupation
My children my wife my heart
My life my loves my God the Father
Who took His own pictures of me.
Thank you for the journey Lord
It's been a great mystery to me
Though I've lived it my ignorance remains
But now I know at least who bought my ticket
