Slips Away...
Hour after hour,
Day after day,
The grains of sand
have slipped through my hands,
The grains of sand
have slipped away.
I work and work
but all is in vain,
All my labor my toil
washed by rain,
I look and see
it's not only me,
Corruption and distortion
throughout all mankind.
I've torin the cloth
the edges are frayed,
Only in Christ
will I succeed,
Falling into your arms of grace,
Forgiveness found in your gaze.
Time is a precious resource.
In the end we'll all run dry,
Where will you be
when the sands of time run out?
We must ask ourselves
where will we be?
