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

Wisemen 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