Song for my dad - Borrowed Time

My father is very ill, almost 70, he has had several strokes and struggles to speak. He has also he multiple heart problems, he is insulin and oxygen dependent. I can't take any day that I have with him for granted anymore. So I wrote this song. Its called Borrowed Time.

BORROWED TIME

YOU HELD MY HAND WHEN I WAS SMALL
YOUR HAND WAS HUGE YOU WERE SO TALL
THE SUN SMILED DOWN ON US
I KICKED THE LEAVES YOU WALKED ALONG
DIDN’T GO FAR BUT IT WAS FUN FOR US

I GOT OLDER I GOT TALLER
SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY YOUR HAND GOT SMALLER
BUT YOU WERE STILL THERE
DRIVING ME HERE AND THERE AND EVERYWHERE

YOU TAUGHT ME TO DRIVE ON MY OWN
MAN I THOUGHT I WAS ALMOST GROWN
BUT YOU STAYED BY ME
JUST IN CASE I NEEDED YOU THERE
EVEN THOUGH I PRETENDED NOT TO CARE

YOU WATCHED ME MAKE MISTAKES
YOU LET ME GROW AND LEARN TO TAKE
BUMPS ON THE ROAD I CHOSE
IT WAS HARD I’M SURE GOD ONLY KNOWS

NOW I SEE YOU GETTING OLD AND GRAY
AND I JUST DON’T KNOW
OH I DON’T KNOW
HOW MUCH TIME I HAVE TO BORROW
THERE’S NO PROMISE THE SUN WILL RISE FOR US
TOMORROW
HOW CAN FORGET WHAT’S IMPORTANT IN MY LIFE
AND I DON’T KNOW
IF YOU’LL STILL BE HERE OR IF I’LL BE NEAR
AND I DON’T KNOW THERE’LL BE ANOTHER DAY
FOR ME TO SAY
I LOVE YOU
CAUSE ALL WE HAVE IS TODAY
THERE IS NO TIME TO BORROW
NO TIME TO BORROW YEAH YEAH

I DON’T KNOW NO I DON’T KNOW AND NO ONE KNOWS
WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDS NO ONE KNOWS

Inspired at Tenebrae

Inspired at Tenebrae


Even as I stood
Steeped in my iniquity
Even still, You loved me
And gave more than I dared ask You to give.

Even as I lie
In the bed of prostitution
Even still Your hand stretched to me
And gave more than I would ever give.

Even as I ran
From the beauty of Your blood
Even still You invited the nails
And gave me more than anyone else would give.

You gave Your Holy Self to sin
That what you would give
Was given that if at least one take it
That one may live.


I wrote this following a Tenebrae service that I attended while in Seminary (yes little known fact I was a seminary student for a semester. I was studying to be a Christian Counselor but dropped out because I decided it wasn't the career I wanted. I adored graduate school and got straight A's but I couldn't afford to pay for Tuition if I didn't want to be a therapist after all. FYI the reference to prostitution is figurative, not literal. It refers to selling yourself for less than what you are worth, trading purity for sin.