Look out there to my right, a mighty river flowing,
Way beyond mountain peaks a sun is ever showing.
Standing trees, evergreen, appear and stately planted,
We may not pa** this way again, so take nothing for granted.
Sitting here to my right, a friend closer than brother,
Native of the land I see, loyal as no other.
Friendship is as one gives, the other one receptive,
We may not pa** this way again, though we may be reflective.
Cherish the moment, perish the thought
I can do as I intend.
We may have never been this way before,
We may never pa** this way again.
Wherever you may be, up high or way down under,
There's a voice that gently speaks, not found in wind or thunder.
At the door stands the Lord, a waiting invitation.
He may not pa** this way again, this day of your salvation.
Cherish the moment, perish the thought
I can do as I intend.
We may have never been this way before,
We may never pa** this way again.