Each Christmas week, my father and I go shopping. We go a few days before Christmas and he complains about how early we are going or the traffic or finding Mom the right gift. One year, I practiced this song several times in the car as we were going. I asked him what he thought and he said that it was fine. So I sang it as an ending to our Christmas cantata. He cried, which surprised me. I asked him why he was crying and he said that he never paid attention to the song when I was singing it for him. LOL. But this song has more meaning for me because of that memory.
Heirlooms
Written by Bannister, Farrell and Grant
Sung by 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 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 heriloom to me.
Wiseman 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 a heirloom to me.
My precious Jesus
Is more than an heirloom to me.
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