Heirlooms

Amy Grant

Up in the attic, down on my knees

Lifetime of boxes, timeless to me.

Letters and photographs yellowed with years

Some bringing laughter, some bringing tears.

Time never changes the mem’ry, 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 treasure to lay at his feet.

Who was this wonder, Baby, yet King?

Living and dying, he gave life to me.

 

Time never changes the mem’ry, 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.