What Might Have Been Yesterday will never pass this way again.
We stand defeated if our goal is to'remember when'.
Today is such a treasure.
A precious gift to behold.
Tomorrow's chapter may never unfold.
We won't march on to victory walking backward all the way.
There's no hope for tomorrow
if we find no use for today.
No time to be idle.
Life won't wait for us to live.
We hold on much too long
to that which we must give.
One day we realize the dawn has come and gone.
A mere glimpse of
noontime as we were swept along.
Evening is drawing nigh,
Time to finish what we're waiting to begin.
The joy of what was
lost to the sadness of
what might have been.
Martha's Moments WIth The Master