Christmas Heirlooms

Up in the attic

Down on my knees

Lifetimes of boxes

Timeless to me

Letters and photographs

Yellowed with years

Some bringing laughter

Some bringing tears

 Time never changes

The memories, the faces

Of loved ones, who bring to me

All that I come from

And all that I live for

And all that I'm going to be

My precious family

Is more than an heirloom to me

Wise men and shepherds

Down on their knees

Bringing their treasures

To lay at His feet

Who was this wonder

Baby yet king

Living and dying

He gave life to me

Time never changes

The memory, the moment

His love first pierced through me

Telling all that I come from

And all that I live for

And all that I'm going to be

My precious Savior

Is more than an heirloom to me

My precious Jesus

Is more than an heirloom to me

~"Heirlooms" by Amy Grant~