This is not an ordinary thing;
Polish the silver, set out the best china,
Waterford crystal stemware, nothing but the very finest.
Resplendent chiffon table runners span the ten-foot length,
Exotic and exquisite cornucopia of gourmet treats.
Celebrate, rejoice, and hear the choirs sing,
Because this is not an ordinary thing.

This is not just an ordinary thing;
Both birth and precious life, everlasting and revered,
Are cherished, like blooming bud when it first appears,
Or morning sunrise above the tranquil bay
Reflecting on the crystal blue, the glorious rays.
To each day on earth, like each dearest moment, we cling,
For this is not an ordinary thing.

This is surely not an ordinary thing,
A moment ceases time: a breathless whisper,
Prophecy hanging on a word, fog onto a mirror,
Lives changed for eternity, like spontaneous eruption,
One single syllable, one solitary sentence, one lonely question.
And it could slip away without you noticing,
If you think that this is just an ordinary thing.