Life is Beautiful

Written by Timothy Welbeck

Biblical References: Job 7:6-7; 14:1, Psalm 8:4; 88:3; 91: 16, 103:4; 118:24, Proverbs 8:33-35; 14:27, Ecclesiastes 12:1, Matthew 6:25-34, I Thessalonians 5:16, James 4:13-15

Verse 1
I remember the days when I was just a younger lad/More than a decade before
I ventured to undergrad/When my days were filled with He-Man and Thundercats/At times when I wonder back, I want them back/Because this life’s not what it used to be/When we were little kids, Katherine, it was you and me/No matter what we down, no matter how it happened/It was me and you, Tim and Katherine/I remember them bringing you home/I’ve got the date remembered/When Mom and Dad said, “You’ve got a baby sister/Love and encourage her when you’re playing with her/And when this life is difficult, face it with her”/Our days were simpler/We would go and play: tag, Mother May I, and roller skate/And ride our bikes all over the place/We let no ray of sunshine go to waste—those were days

Hook
Life is so beautiful, life is so beautiful (repeat)

Verse 2
I remember the days, we were babes, smaller in number/When each and everyday that would fall in the summer/Found us glued to televisions, or wallowed in slumber/Was life really simpler then, I bother to wonder/Because even in days when Happy Meals were in every car ride and G.I. Joe was the way that our day would start right/This world we lived still came upon its hard times/We just only looked as far as the days of our lives/I mean all the way up until ’93, the bulk of all of our sibling rivalries were fights to watch more television than the eye should see (our lives were sweet)/We were still old enough to play hide and seek around the second time we heard the letters H.I.V./It wasn’t Magic, it was closer than we’d like to see/When our uncle told us, “This time it’s me”/We learned that this life could leave as relatives died in threes/They left us within months of each other/Leaving us at home to struggle and wonder/Should we have been seeing those months in the summer/We had no fear of death, but wondered what would become us

Hook

Verse 3
I’m told the tragedy of life isn’t the pace of its ending/But lies more in the fact of how we wait to begin it/For the sake of making a living, men will forsake that they’re living/And glory in the days that they were misbehaving as children/Looking back to the future/Praying the past occurs presently/Ignoring the gift of the present as flirt on dates with destiny/We unearth our legacy as we move at this reckless speed/Working our fingers to the bone, so it’s in death we rest in peace/Scheduling meetings after meetings, appointments, agendas/We miss the beauty of this life when the point is its splendor/This life is beautiful, and though time is moving slow/It’s still moving too swiftly for any of you to hold/And we say that about the future as it moves at it blessed pace/Knowing that today was tomorrow yesterday/That makes today a gift, that’s why we call it the present day/And of a truth that’s why the elders never neglect to say/”Carpe diem, forget what becomes of what we’ve done/For in truth, life is beautiful, death is peaceful—it’s the transition that’s troublesome”/And it troubles some at last when we prevail and then we grasp/This life is a test we’ll continue to fail until we pass—on…

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