Time

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?